I’m gonna break if I don’t bend. Can’t burn a candle at three ends. The race is on to get it done. The pressure’s on to make a diamond.
V // I keep it up, have to cover, under oath, tilt the mic, mind the time, do the work now pack it in // Then I retreat. Salty sweet sandy cove. I’ll wander over, brushing by, help you to the watercolour sea.
I know what I am chasing maybe settled up with me
a paper scoring at a reading torn aloud in bits of harmony
So I give it stolen: my tomorrow as your own.
And those days - when we live them - hold our notes in their rhythm
Just let the sunset follow. We will rise and reach up tomorrow.
Let the sun set - don’t follow. We will rise and catch it tomorrow.
(It is) clear our story has more words so let’s write them and go forward
(Looks like) our story’s meant to have more words so let’s smile going forward
...It trails behind me
In a rhythm I know. Today and tomorrow
I’ll share the music I owe.
...a trail’s behind me //
There were seeds in the sand. Tomorrow they’ll stand
and flower over the path.
...Of doubts left behind me //
There are one hundred ways to tomorrow - be brave/
Just follow your pulse today
.....I’ve got strength behind me// I find I even laugh that tomorrow will pass and / I’ll envy myself today
I’ve (still) got my strength behind me
Better the less we wait for more...
Hold the mo-ment open, (it’s a) closing door...
Hold the moment close, don’t wait for more...
Long may we live in the moment...
I have found something I put away — my fearlessness
Find some fearlessness, free the old hold on my wrist
Count the wonders: the thunder, a spark and a kiss.
I’ll take *that* time when time’s not important as *this*
Whether you’re ready, O’Darling. Oh...I’m doing this! :P
We’ll spend the time left singing — not on a wish.
I’ll take the time - time’s not as important as this
What turned in the surf, here, pushed up to the shore (where) / pointed reasons we knew are (now) rounded and smooth but took on a beauty somehow.
We’ll let them lie, though, as: the past things we’ve let go / Sometimes I just pretend I’m at peace to that end, hoping hope brings me around.
Measure by measure, structure-to-dust. Is time really moving or is it just us?