…

Not stopping time;
but stopping you from holding mine.

I’ve drop the crops,
to catch life before it stops.

Living it to the fullest;
leaving doubts for the meekest

carefree

The hour is falling

the clock is ticking

waiting

to hold it in

You got it going

for you world’s slowing

playing

it’s easy to say. 

Put your arms around me

Go grey the sky’s falling.
Yell between my fingertips
The fog is calling.

Flicker through the old pictures.
Hold out the dying candle;
Roam with the nocturnal creatures.

Go tell the lonely deer what the world is bringing.