Clocking In -Warren Locke-Smith

An hourglass figure is just a measure of time I figured maybe it's time that I flipped mine. I think my sands have settled I can take them on again one at a time. Oh oh one at a time I can take them on again, If I move this stone away I figured that it might be nice outside And besides 3 days was the number people liked ritualistic sheering of the beard Like any rebirth it demands short hair Now I'm wading through party invitations In that minefield of hate mail and obligations set them all ablaze get the chill off my bones summon ancient texts buried in my phone Calling you, I don't want to be alone Maybe we should go back to sun dials I was spending too much time inside the dark a broken clock is rarely right, I'd rather be the sun. What I mean to say, is that I'm ready to take up your offer that is, if the offer stands, the biblical sense of a woman and a man. East of Eden I'll sing thou mayest and own the rut I've carved Ruins in the stone were my message all along.