Clocks old and new

Cant tell the sun when to set

Subside into the below

Arise the moon to glow

From the depths a flower will grow

Sceptic wont you come outside

The water in your well has run dry

Fallacy thoughts fool the mind

The crow stays as the sparrows fly

Clipped wings, look up, nothing new, grey sky

No hope for the eyes that cry, dont cry

Pianos worn out and out of tune

Cant hold a note aimed for the ear

Words are spoken but the deff can not hear

Fish stream up against the current

As a rock you can not swim

A wine toast to the melodies,

Your three quarters drunk on the gin

Sceptic wont you come outside

The water in your well has run dry

Fallacy thoughts fool the mind

The crow stays as the sparrows fly

Clipped wings, look up, nothing new, grey sky

No hope for the eyes that cry, dont cry