Lyrics
you came in wrestling
all fours and murray street
personality prevails
if reciprocity sticks here
then I'm gone
sad days when we were sick
there's no authority
there's none like company
at all
help me up, park bench
help me up distract him
you throw the best mess
on stage
Sur la denier paige tu arriver
We are fleeting hands of time
How d`you make someone scream for fifteen minutes?
Just a blink
How d`you get past that hanging lower lip,
Those blue oysters,
That pearl
That expectancy,
That possibility--
How d`you say no?
We are second hands,
Long hands,
skipping through hours and lovers like a clock
We are fallacies at four,
Who's to believe in Mondays?
What's to hold onto twenty?
Who's to say tomorrow?
Monday might get nervous,
Or Tuesday might meet Wednesday
I am old enough now to declare the next six-seconds better
I'm strong enough to defy the direct path to comfort,
Where's the joy in tomorrow
When it's only written on a napkin?
Care stone, chance, evolution,
Care motor, carousel, daring,
Care blue , lower ,
three a.m., alcohol,
instincts--
And damn realism--
We are fleeting hands of time
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