While my feet walk
And my mind runs in the dancing air,
Of a stifling morning
Tired feet stamping and murmuring
Some may come and some may go
And some just so
The wisdom of man,
Caught in the blinking dawn of a perfect moment
Oh Please, make this a long day.

Whirling, dancing, criss-cross
In-out, swerve and nervous coughs
Sounds pierce the rumbling backdrop
Like the glint of an obsidian knife
Slice the day
Give it to me one piece at a time
Savour it and smile
Oh Please, make this a long day