Another position another line in the sand
Another admission we don't understand
No rest for the weary

I see you clearly
A window is broken with an hourglass
Sand is golden and time drifts past

No time like the present it's what is and what isn't
The trees are all blooming, the rain has arrived
Business is booming, we're buried alive

No love lost in combat
Lovelorn in all that
Colors and lightness

Greyness and dark
Doesn't take trickery to know who you are
No guns left on the table