Sit on rubber, spin it fast
The sundown sky has come at last
Lines, they follow strait-edge path
Given time will make it last
Our given time is coming fast
Stand in boxes, selling shapes
Letting colors fade to gray
Strangers passing day by day
Given time will show our way
Our given time is miles away
Isn't there some answer here?
Among the words to make it clear?
Always trusting in the thought
Our given truth is something taught
Our given time is what we've got
Trees darken as the sky
Grows paler and the wind
Blows cold upon your face
Feel the light come on inside you
The light is there to guide you
To what you do not know
You do not know
You do not know
No
You do not know
Feel the breath at last fall from you
Your given time's upon you
To find what you don't know
What you don't know
What you don't know
No
What you don't know
Fall on earth and breath in slow
The dust that lies in our below
Give up time that lets you grow
In love that you can never know
Our given time we'll never know
Monday, June 4, 2007
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