I’ll keep my fingers crossed
That fall back will see me back
In your arms for the hour we lack
Give us back the hour we tossed
We spring forward between the flowers
We don’t notice the hour that passes
But somehow that still suffices
To make us slaves to time and hours
We’ll pretend nightly ghosts are our enemies
But I’ve learned the opposite in my twenties
The sun can be just as cruel and mean
If you get caught in all its timely schemes
So turn off the lights and hide with me
We’ll build a temple where we are free
From last minute and a second too late
From years forgotten and maybe our fate