Nick Zubeck - Primitive Patience lyrics

It's your primitive patience I need Ferocity sowing the seed Cannot pierce the crust of existence With a brutish stick in my hand Too little, too late, I whittle and wait And mountains break down into sand If I had a watch, would you know what the time was? Knowing the time, watch me go by By and by, counting the seconds Second guessing the sun in my eyes The more time you give me, the less gets done And darker the day becomes I'm unaware, the rest of my days With you here beside me Your silhouette burns in the back of my eye It's your primitive patience I need The animal instinct to seed I pierce the crust of the moment And ask if the moment is right Too little, too late, I whittle and wait And mountains break down into sand