The day is in bloom and its eating seeds,
and the show is in swing but the stories weak.
The moon glows warm and its enough for me
so thats what Im waiting for all day.
Im trying not to lye but it feels so sweet.
and the worste of the song gets played on the streets.
And I can hear it in my mind as I move my feet,
so thats what Im singing of all day....
Now Im gazing through the glass that keeps me safe,
because a walk in the park seems too far away,
So Im shaking all the hands that hold me in place
and thats what Im busy with all day.
Time runs on patience.
Patience runs too short.
Too much time spent on time leaves nothing left to show for it.
We climb some trees when we're young,
We talk about it when we're old,
we cant belive we did those things, left with nothing more to show for it.
Continue on through the ages,
Countless stories, endless pages,
Weathered hands and tired faces.
You either come or go...
DFLOWERING NUNS