Spared Time
Deep sleep, almost coma like
resting under that tree for 50 years
sweet dreams and candlelights
It's time to blow those out,
their flickering is lingering
closed eyelids can bring the comfort
of open arms and that soft embrace
that I used to feel 50 years ago
the seasons change and I know I can't face it
time is bleeding seconds after every cigarette
Doubled over in pain
these rivers of sorrow flood my basement
leave the glass by me
clear blue like her eyes that don't exist
so tell me what just happened here?
When did we decide to pick up the pace?
I'm the two legged man in a three legged human race
concentration, deliberation, motivation, manipulation
So ask me what I saw in my dreams
I saw that flood wash me off this chalkboard
well I guess I'll go back on the sea
fish out that not so overwhelmed part of me.
resting under that tree for 50 years
sweet dreams and candlelights
It's time to blow those out,
their flickering is lingering
closed eyelids can bring the comfort
of open arms and that soft embrace
that I used to feel 50 years ago
the seasons change and I know I can't face it
time is bleeding seconds after every cigarette
Doubled over in pain
these rivers of sorrow flood my basement
leave the glass by me
clear blue like her eyes that don't exist
so tell me what just happened here?
When did we decide to pick up the pace?
I'm the two legged man in a three legged human race
concentration, deliberation, motivation, manipulation
So ask me what I saw in my dreams
I saw that flood wash me off this chalkboard
well I guess I'll go back on the sea
fish out that not so overwhelmed part of me.