Hangman In The Shadow - The Gentle Waves

The clock may not mean much to rabbits and owls

Depending on darkness and light

To fly in the night or to hide in a hole

We can do both fairly well

But what is this ticking that saves us from sleep

From light and from warm peace of mind?

It’s tin and it’s cold and is brutal in years

It’s emptiness and broken tears

We’ll lie under blossom, we’ll dance in the field

'Til rocks start to fall from the sky

We’ll swim in the river, and bathe in the sea

And lay 'til our bodies are dry

Then what is this beating that saves me from sleep?

It’s wondering, waiting to try

The whole world around me is solemn and old

And loneliness answers my sigh