
时间:2011-04-18
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They focused on the hill
A tower loomed in near space
Other things seemed out of phase
Sure
Jan and tom had faith
How persuasive an ideal
Everything to everyone
Waiting for the moment to come
And every waking hour is the waiting that's done
Writing
Thinking and building of expectations
Meetings weekends
Melting of constellations
And time is out of time and is turning
Putting people into spaces
Taking others out of time
The savant wants for saving now
She's waiting for someone to run
And every waking hour is the waiting that's done
Distant and distance
In a pivotal moment broken
For now it's done caring and is ready to
Go on home
And time is out of time
And is turning
So sorry
Does it matter anymore
Her movement
Charged with wonder
The wonder is she's there at all
So sorry
The tower looms unreal
Someone somewhere calling
Running fast on empty words
To the edge of the known world
Some may be afraid
Maybe take the easy way
Turn and face the rage
So sorry counts for nothing in the end
No
It never really mattered
But the meaning lies between the words
Hidden deep within words
And time is out of time and is lost