Until Next Time

Every top of the hour

I just can't help but see you at the top of the tower.

The sand in the glass getting lower.

Close to the edge

I can see your toes hanging off.

Sand trickling down

Like the time on a grandfather clock.

Where's my grandfather now?

Passing time.

Growing anxious.

You get ready to leap.

Somebody flipped the hour glass

I guess we'll get another chance to meet.

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