Hi,
I'm pleased to tell you no lies
There's something you can't buy
And to your sorrow it couldn't come the gift you had for Christmas day

I'm
Moving crosscurrent of time
As you keep asking why
You've got to take account of quite a nuisance you're not here to stay

Wham!
As for me, guys
I'm about to get old tram
Going from anywhere to any distant point
People outside
Even though I'm one of them
In my universe our lines always be disjoint

Through
Years and days I'm
Travelling to and from the glare
I had gone too far. I'd been tramping high and low
Though all this time
I stood still by the lake where
Some ice bound bots were sleeping beneath the snow

Cursed
Wet snow interspersed
With rain
Behind the pane
Windowpane
Sunk in search of the prey
Sky hung oppressive and grey
Who would pray
For those who had to fall out of nests
This day

It seems like
Windows rise their bleared
Eyes up to the sky
Where the passing spirits fly
One day they are all to gather
In the shades of night
Waiting on the other side
Mourning side

Clouds are swirling around
The earth
Like heavy black shroud
Of stillbirth
Night is dimming the lights
To hide the darkness inside
My own mind
I guess I have to fall out of nest
This day

It seems like
Windows rise their bleared
Eyes up to the sky
Where the passing spirits fly
One day they are all to gather
In the shades of night
Waiting on the other side
Mourning side

It was just a well
A June day's such a long
The young grass maddening smell
Kite flies high alone
Above a low green swell

And time is thick as pitch
One could hear from the pond
A faint creak of oars
It's calling us to reach

The better other shores
It's calling us to run...

Two bottles on the bench
My beer wormed by the sun
There's not a single cloud
A kite flies and I would
A pebble in my boot
Too lazy to shake out
While kite was flying high
What did we talk about?
The summer had gone by
And so had I

Careless early days
Hometown streets and friends
Actors picked the roles
Many different ways
Seemed to have no ends
But the curtain falls

Calm and cozy yards, loved places
Homely voices and friends' faces
You had always been a part of me
We had almost disappeared
But some time we all were here
We were genuine as we could be

Now it's late. I shall
Make my farewell
It began to get
Dark
Mirrored in the sky
Last tram had gone by
Rain has covered the
Park

Faith leads treason
By the hand. They won't be late
Days & seasons
Come and go on dial-plate
Patiently the clock keeps count
Of the years we play it safe
Welcome us and see us out
From the cradle to the grave

Counting out time, turning round
Knowing no rivals or friends
Quietly you watch pur lives passing out
Under your hands

We must dig in
Water wears out a stone
Clocks are ticking
Stealing minutes one by one
Pulsing in time to my thoughts
While I ask myself once more
What for am I held afloat?
Why do I live through it for?

Counting out time, turning round
Knowing no rivals or friends
Quietly you watch pur lives passing out
Under your hands