Clock On the Wall

There is a clock on my wall Time is measured like sugar cubes in a cup of tea But time is not so sweet It wears down out fragile forms we are left on the rocky shores to fend for ourselves As the tide of seconds, minutes, hours and days rushes in We do our best to escape the surging waters But eventually the tide will be too strong for us to fight Grab onto the crescent moon whil you still can! Let yourself dance before you are enveloped Lovers and friends are with us on the shore There is a clock on my wall and somewhere a land where there are no clocks where time is not relevant We'll get there - we'll get there