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