Time is a pendulum that never stops,
tick tick tick
Can you hear the change
Loud as a tornado in the night
Do you see the lines in the sand
Fading away into a blank slate
The morning chime of a new day
Do things are fit like in a dream
Can we understand just what they mean
The fog of haze slow to burn away
The steam creates a new vision in time
Because the pendulum may stop, but never will it rewind