No time for this or time for that, no time to wonder where we're at
no time to sing, no time to dance,no time to spark fires of romance,
no time to sit and stare
no time for anything
anywhere.

But time to worry which time does not
time of which we have not got
and time resets regrets and time alone will give us memories,time will freeze us in a moment there,
then there's time to sit,prepare a table,set out with regret and woe, and where the hell does time go anyway?

We still the minutes of the days but time plays tricks,kicks us when we're down and here we drown in time of which we do not have a lot.
Time the great big melting *** and we,the recipe,a marinade of all we see until the hands of time,
cease moving
and we are free.

Send me rockets
let me fill my my pockets with resistance to explode in lights across the desolation of this land of nights
and send me guns to run across the border fence where sits the old guard in defence of this,that once was home.
Send me fire to burn the towns and clowns to laugh like maniacs of which we have become,
and water to flood the thirsts,the first of many and sun to dry the dampened land.
Send me a band of hungry,homeless men then send me stones to build their homes.

Fill my cup up to the brim,let me swm in opulence.

In defiance of the crown I proclaim this town along with others as my property,I demand from them my total liberty,not the washed out freedom that we think as being free where rich men with their plaudits try to laud it over me and put me down
This is my town,my land,my band of disaffected vagabonds and to set the record straight,we're going to take it back,
we're going to attack the citadels,we the infidels are going to tear them brick by brick,we're going to make them sick of us
we're going to make them go.

They float like butterflies in the breeze.
Their flutters ping chills upon my skin.
Tenderly they caress my soul.
I know something is about to begin.
Oh heart, never let go. Let all the fears fade away.
Your words still lingering my ears, enrapturing me to this day.

Whisper to me. Churn my mind.
Help me to see that you are mine.
Drift me off on a cloud of love.
The closest thing to the heavens above.

We sway and dance, fingers entwined.
Your ripe lips tango with mine.
You brush my hair from my cheek and smirk the way you do.
Our love unique with all that we've been through.
Tell me the sweet nothing's I'm longing to hear.
I can feel the love in the air.

Whisper to me. Churn my mind.
Help me to see that you are mine.
Drift me off on a cloud of love.
The closest thing to the heavens above.

My soul it sings for you, fingertips searching the wind.
Your voice echoes in my heart. Let our journey begin.

Whisper to me (whisper to me).
Churn my mind. (Soft, elegant whispers in the background).
Help me to see that you are mine.
Drift me off (drift me off) on a cloud I'd love (love, love, love).
The closest thing to the heavens above...

Walking through the woods at night with increasing fear,
you'd better be scared because the silent watcher, Slenderman, is here.
You stop in a clearing, mouth ajar in fear.
Before you, is a man with no face nor any hair.
His skin as pale as flour, donning a fancy suit.
You take off into the woods in fear but it's too late, he's already in pursuit.
Fleeing through the woods at night in overwhelming fear, you try and try to hide in the darkness of the night.
But even still, you can see his featureless face as a dimly glowing light.
You cry out for help in the darkness of the night.
But, you're too deep in the woods for anyone to assist in your plight.
It's too late now to ever escape, you sit and cry with your mouth agape.
He silently approaches and waits, you stare back and decide to put up a fight.
It's no use, no help at all.
When you entered these woods at night, you were doomed to fall.

Winter lays thick on this thin coating of skin and my day, like the wind
spins
faster,
feels colder.

Older now,
time
is the enemy.
I draw lines in the sand but age holds out its hand to greet me, as if we were old friends

Winter ends
and the spring brings me joy,
the old man and the boy dressed in the same rags.

The last drops of summer sun and where,
I once begun to understand,there stands with outstretched hands,
time.

Then the fall
my curtain call,
the applause being the clause in the contract that nobody reads
and I am led to the exit where the stage door awaits, and fate with its carriage takes me to the marriage of man and his seasons.

Here,
it's meaner,
a scene of mayhem,
the mantra of tantrums assault my ears.
Here,
is the place full of worry and fears.

Over there,
it's cleaner,
the grass is lush and much greener
a scene of tranquility and harmony.

No harm in me looking or booking a day trip,
trip,trip,trap
and the trolls are back
under the bridge
on the attack.

They laugh at tranquility,guffaw at harmony
and they're out to get me,
that's what I see.

This scene is a set but I'll get there yet,over the bridge,through the long grass or I'll pass away in the trying,
because dying has got to be better than this.

Keep doing what you do and I'll keep on falling
for you,
in the soft light,
I see an angel
and she waits there for me,
keep doing what you do and I'll keep on
loving you.

Ten years from now
we'll have forgotten just how we imagined it so,
but you know
I will be there, in the morning when you wake
to crush you against my chest,
and when you take a deep breath
my tongue will follow it in
and we'll begin it.

We are in this together,this love affair tethers us tight
good night for now
and I'll tell you again how
much I love you.