as the dawn of time,
i hid affection
to escape from hurt
to runaway from rejection
but there is in fact
so little sand left
in this crude hourglass
before time ticks to my death
hourglass
as the dawn of time,
i hid affection
to escape from hurt
to runaway from rejection
but there is in fact
so little sand left
in this crude hourglass
before time ticks to my death
