I'm staring at my timepiece and I wish it weren't so true,
For the further I am from tonight, the further I'm from you.
I'm calling on the crickets to descend,
But it seems this day will never come to end.
Once a wise man told me good things come to those to wait.
If only proverbs were a thing blood could appreciate
And noontime's whispers I could apprehend.
But it seems this day will never come to end.
Water flows around me, but I can't seem to get wet,
And all my books they tell me things, but still my mind is set.
It's only twilight I can comprehend,
But it seems this day will never come to end.
I wish I could imagine you across the humid pall,
Gazing out over the meadows from your tower tall
To see what evening's melodies would send
If this day will simply come to an end.
Instead I wonder if things for you are as they are for me,
Watching anxious seconds pass, imagining that we
Are hiding in the garden that we tend,
Happy that our day did finally come to an end.
So drop the map and cut your class, my sultry honeybee.
Forget the flowers and the grass and save your love for me.
I'm dying for the sunset to pretend,
But it seems this day will never come to end.
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