Lot's Wife

Morning never came

Stayed night time all day

I don't trust the clock anymore

Dog's on a killing spree

Got an itch for killing fleas

Thought I could wait around, but soon I'll have to leave

Stopped for a photograph of a moment in the sun

Looked like we had just won

You'll turn all to salt if you ever look back

Look out kid, it's getting late

We can come back another day

Looks like the second coming's going the other way

And to make it all worth it

I leave one hand in the sun

Just to play with the light

Just to play