I'll tell you what
I hope you find
What it is you're after
And as for me
I will be
Dreaming still of clocks all growing like fruit on my fingers' branches
And I'm thinking of things I will need in the past
Tell me where's the use in that
It's no use to regret
And yet
The future sure didn't look like this when we first met
I'll tell you what
Time is not:
An arrow moving forward
No I wade in seas
Of memories
I turn each moment slowly round beneath the amber light
'Til I can't see what it was to start with or which version is right
In the maze that is my mind
Deep summer grass
Your hair is tousled like a windblown pirate flag
A swirl of color smoke and ash
Our time's been had
The clocks are sinking to the bottom of the bank
But I'm always looking back
