You shouldn't sit and watch the clock.
You've already bloomed into something so cut and dry.
All in time..
Well, they say that we'll never make it past the mill.
Rest up until we try to climb the hill,
and plan to sell our fear
and work the land.

I'm tired. But, I just can't sleep on a slant.
So, let's pretend that there's no end; and there's no light.
There are no more oceans in the sky.
Settle down, kid. There's nothing around.
You are just a single still frame without sound.
There are no details to portray.

Smoke signals scale down.
Don't let your senses stir whats grounded.
Move slow. I'm not used to this.
You know I'm not fit for heights.
But I'll try..

to climb the hill, and plan to sell our fear
and work the land.

Settle down, kid. Quit messing around.
You are just a single still frame without sound.
And, no one's on the way.

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The silhouette in the basement is of a dark and hollowed man.
And he said, "Son, I'll try. But, you must do the best you can.
Then, I'll over...

I'll overturn the sands of time
to make sure that you fall in line."

Step right through a dusty screendoor.
Make sure not to leap too far
or you'll never ever see
the path that kills the breeze.
A trail for young and old:
You could. You said; and I quote,
"I'll quit making trips to the metro.
But, I'll still scroll through several
guides of citiies that I've never visited."

But, there's a rigid girl who
tends to stare right through the
broken window in the back.
The diameter of her charcoal eyes
sings the new age chant. She says..

"Overturn the sands of time
to make sure that you fall in line."

Oh, but that rigid girl who,
keeps on staring through that
broken window in the back.
The diameter of her charcoal eyes
sings the new age chant.

The silhouette in the basement is of a dark and hollowed man.
And he said, "Son, I'll try. But, you must do the best you can.
And then we'll over...

We'll overturn the sands of time
to make sure that you fall in line."

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I hate to shoot from the hip, but I blame it on the sun.
See, I feel that the night's no longer young.
So, on the walk home, I meet an unknown in a coat.
She says, "I need a soul, Mister, it's getting cold."

"Dear friendly fool, just escape the crowd.
You know it's too late to paint the town.
Forget what's real; stay still. You'll feel fine.
Stranger know... You should know I felt it too.
But, who are you?"

I once fought a wiseman who slit the throats of envelopes,
because his daughter wore a crooked halo.
She married a poor thief, and
they took off with her father's gold.
And, when they burnt the bridge,
they danced under the smoke,

'till they passed out. The fire grew around.
Then, they were trapped in that dark cloud.
"Sleep in the thrill; stay still. We're fine.
When the rain drowns out the flames, we'll play life."

"What're we going to do when the creek goes dry?"
"We'll sit on the bank and watch crawdads die, honey. Your mine."

How far's the river? We've got a thirsty traveler here.
And, he's waiting for his chance to disappear.
So, tell the conductor we're going to drown him in the bay.
And, we'll dance with passengers aboard his train.

Oh, little baby, don't you come around here no more.
I made a mistake. Now, I'll forever whore.

Candice, quit hiding from me.
You're floating down a halfway frozen creek.

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