Not My Circus - Time

Shoreline
Sweep your hands
There's a horizontal scene of what's to come
A wall of clocks
In a fluorescent box
With the time running out of my mind

A flip of fin
Polymer flash
The mouth is caught
A salted dash
You shake your head
Cry to unlatch
From an ending either way it winds

Time running out of my mind

Tried to drink from an hourglass
It stung on my tongue like withered grass
Fleeting fleeting tick tock beating
Hooked in by the chime o

Time, time time

Around and round
Acuarela view
Distortion of the eye turns old to new
With scales removed
The wrinkles smooth
And the tangles leave the line

Time running out of my mind

Time, time, time
Out of my mind, running out of my mind, running out of time

Written by:
David Ernsberger, Jake Alexander

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