Hourglass - Voices

Broken hours intertwine

Before words can define

The shape of empty space

In shades of nobel grace

Alter shape to disguise

Human form that we despise

Sadness we swallow whole

Is grief beyond control

(We are the sex people)

Fold your arms around the night

Breath my dear you’re slipping away

Fall into the black of night

Tears are falling into the rain

London speaks into the night

Take my hand and slip away