Time`s Arrow Lyrics

Time`s Arrow lyrics

Smoke falls. Things are created in the violence of fire.

-Martin Amis



So you watch the sunrise sinking, and she's talking in her

sleep. A dream of how alone she was tomorrow when you

keep all those promises to someone in a mirror you will find

at your parents' house in 1989. Terrorized by the ruling

party: calendars and commas. Small request, could we

please turn around? So you whisper your arrival walking

backwards to the door. Wonder briefly what it is you're

hesitating for. All the streets lie down, deserted in the darkest

part of night, to lead you through the evening to the light.

Pulled along in the tender grip of watches and ellipses. Small

request. Could we please turn around?