Pink Floyd. Time (№ 246282)

Every year flies faster, there's no time for that
Plans are insignificant as on a half-sheet of verses.
Hang in mute despair - here is the English ideal.
Time's up, the song is sung, I do so said it all.
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines.
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
The time is gone the song is over thought I'd something more to say.