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Molassas Movements
As the days grow longer
The clock grows lazy
It's too hard to hold up all the loneliness
The clock's arms grow limp
Grow lazy, grow slow
I'll wait through all the loneliness
All the molassas movements
Slinking and daudling so far behind
It grows small back down the road
We feel too far ahead, as we wait impatiently
For the clock to tick its every tick and tock its every tock
I fritter away the dull days of the road
Of the desert of sand within an hour glass
A whole world of moments
Just caught between glass and air
To walk within an hour glass desert
Feeling clogged within the slipstream of time
Blocking traffic, blocking vision
For me to see your reaching arms beneath
