Time could be the wing
That breezelessly carries you
Over this ridiculous scene
The bric-a-brac: opulent
Chintzy, figurines
That make me crazy when they sing
Of which I will be king!
And how bad would that be just to pour another drink?
It's just one thing to slow the time
You give the notebook a squeeze, try to spill a little ink
It's just one thing to slow the time
I am the beast
The beast I handle him
When starting up has to cease
You blink. The moon's in the sky again
Still no good reason to leave
It's like you've stumbled on a sphinx
Who's got no riddles to speak
Except how bad would that be just to pour another drink?
It's just one thing to slow the time
You give the notebook a squeeze, try to spill a little ink
It's just one thing to slow the time
It'd be a lie to give this bell an atavistic sound
Between my roots and wheels I don't know which should hit the ground
But in either case I am unholy and I am bound
Why do I feel weightless?
Tell me please why do I feel no weight?
Like only spider webs are tethering me to this place
The answer is to ask a better question than “How bad would be the cage?”
Don't be scared of this scene; you might never find your home
It's just one way to spend your life
But tell the jackals to kindly leave and you can take of your own
It's just one way to spend your life
Time
It's just one way to spend your life