Sifting through the sands of time
Reliving the memories of our prime
Today I practice perfect symmetry
But tomorrow, I don’t know what I will be.
The days fall into months and years,
and the time, it’s flowing freely too.
Truth for truth,
what are you waiting for?
Who are you
and what have you come here for?
The golden eyes of dawn
shoots right through your core.
We want to make sense of this senseless life
creatures of habit, yet no end to the strife
as the needle inches towards the knife
Today I practice perfect symmetry
But tomorrow, I don’t know what I will be.
We all fight for the future of us
What happens tonight, that will be up to me.
Truth for truth,
what are you waiting for?
Day by day,
maybe we’ll go one more.
Do you seek a dream,
or have you found the door?
You find life is unkind and over too soon
As the runoff flows into the ocean proves
Losing to history -- nobody’s immune
I’ll pour you out a cold one
and we can sit to reminisce.
Love, maybe you’ll feel it too
if you wrap yourself around mine,
a simple truth of perfect symmetry.
Love, what are you waiting for?
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