Measured be the graces and allotment so minute All that you are granted is the right to the pursuit Take all that you can carry, fill your pockets to the brim mind you do not tarry, time is wearing thin I can't keep up with the weeds I can't keep back the ivy I can't keep up with the weeds Dust crawls languidly across the floor... Rust bleeds
I can not stem the flow I know, I know I can not stem the flow I know, though.... Measured be the days, be the hours, be the measure, be the beats by which you measure every moment that you treasure Guaranteed is seldom more, is little more, is nothing more than this