Cold and magnanimous drip that gives life to death
Decapitate my screaming hours and glisten without heed
You white hand of sweet and lowly music
For I've slashed and I've pined at this last nail of mine
Time gets faster all of the time
It's barely there until after nine
It's very rare to turn it down
We close our eyes and start to count
And it's hard to define in and out of your mind
Time gets faster all of the time
It's barely there until after nine
It's very rare to turn it down
We close our eyes and start to count