Conducting the wind with holy hands
Controlling the clouds with lordly demands
Setting the sun with your lonely eyes
Shifting the stars with your empty lies

You've locked your paper box full of timing
And the ticking clocks are all rewinding
our lost time is slowly unwinding
When time is up, what do you plan on finding?

Changing opinions like the seasons
Chasing your demons with your reasons
Souring the oceans with your broken wings
Burning the bridges as the healing bird sings

You've locked your paper box full of timing
And the ticking clocks are all rewinding
Our lost time is slowly unwinding
When time is up, what do you plan on finding?