Cracked, parched, bare, I am lying on the ground. My skin, Cracked, parched, bare, Crumbling, skinny dust, Depressing the air. My blood trickling out, Hydrating the flakes. Red tulips will grow, Between my dusty bones.
A stone dropped, Into the well, Into the well, Well, Well. Tapping the walls, On its way. Way, Way, Way. The echo coiled to the top, Chasing the stone, soon I drop. No echo now, A flop, A plop, Then stop.
When I don't, Unless I'm wrong, If I want, I want for long. Then I might, For endless bliss, Though I'm right, I sometimes miss. I miss, I miss, A kiss.
Time I don't have. I have. Time I don't want. I want. Time I don't miss. I miss. Time I don't care. I care. Time I don't lose. I lose. Time I don't use. I don't use. Don't use.