Keeping time and rhythm
To the beating of the second hand
I wind it back and watch it dance around
I step outside, it's sweet July
The children cry for one more hour
Up, before they're tucked and snug
And safe
Dreaming retrogressive
To become infinitesimal
Maybe if I died, I'd finally get some sleep
Carefully we're sewn together
Fabric of the wonderful
I wonder if I'm made up of the stars
Keeping time and rhythm
To the beating of the second hand
I wind it back and watch it dance around
Dreaming retrogressive
To become infinitesimal
Maybe if I died, I'd finally get some sleep
Dreaming retrogressive
To become infinitesimal
Maybe if I died, I'd finally get some sleep
Quietly we're sewn together
Fabric of the wonderful
I wonder if I'm made up of the stars
Of the stars
Eating, sleeping, working, breathing
Hearing, seeing, oh what feeling
Wonder what it is that brings us down