Pass the Clock, Part 1 - Mostly Autumn

You pass the clock with golden hands

The sun bright in your eyes

The universe breathes out

A little sigh

The yellow flowers wash the age

From your smile

And deep inside a voice

Holds you tight

Stand behind the wind

And reach out your fingertips

You sever the chords that holds the weight

Of your heart

And as it falls the clock slips

From your hand

If all the love in the universe

Could carry you away