Bring up the reserve What good does it serve down there? I season a dream I wait for the steam and stare out there A turn and a tick Clock-cursing as if it cares As if it's to blame For blowing over the card-house of fate Too late
Ah, who needs a clock when the kettle's a'flame? Watch your hands 'round the boiling steam Does sun chase moon, or is it the other way? Watched pot Smash potwatching No longer wait No longer wait
Trace the trail of a crack Resting there on your back in peace Wait here patiently Where you'll be counted just like sheep 'Til you fall asleep
And as the doors close, your tea grows cold So it's back on the flame But it's never the same I'm standing in line I'm checking the time Too hot to drink So chop me a block of ice
We were wasted by a quarter to nine Two in the morning and you opened the wine Friends of mine, may we never run out of time
Bring up the reserve Before I kill the nerve and fall asleep Asleep
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