Sitting here, brittle eyed
It's only a step from where they say
These feelings can run out of time

Naming words, measured years
It's taking an age a bit too far
A diary of weighted days
Battle cries of beaten lies
We're searching through all the reasons why
And leaving a past memorial

Where the will may, find a way in,
The dials of the moon could steer my way
To love of the future prize
I am treasure, and I am trove
So strike up the sand again dear man
It's only a counting game of time

Crazy
It made me crazy

Ooh, ooh, ooh...


By Alex Barsan