Would you own me, if you could?

Would you let me?

Feels arrogant not to

Why's it keeping you up then?

If walls could fill with time

Without volition pure and clear

You'll be stuck here swimming

In the minutes and the years

And I had heard those sorely trouble souls

I bowed my head

(You'll be stuck here swimming in the years)

And long I held it low

Alas!

How many tender thoughts and what desire

Induced these souls to take the woeful step

(You'll be stuck here drowning in the minutes and the years)

You'll be stuck here drowning in the minutes and the years

You'll be stuck here drowning in the minutes and the years)