The Hour Speller

歌詞

I can’t spell it forever, I beg for a change Still tending to the feather, I just need a rest Time becomes a fever, a virus I can’t stop Mowing all my lovers, I can’t fit to the rules. Wedding as autumn’s leaf Friendship as beliefs Afternoons as only exit Mornings as digital music Nothing would ever remain, spelling words lost in the sand My thistle can’t you see, our world is fading My thistle can’t you see, the sky and the fields are melting My juggler can’t you dream, time has come to open you hand My mothers are the seas, I would drown myself in their poetry