The Hour

Bell on the wall

Tells us when to be

What if we said time is a fantasy?

We don't need to know the hour now

We don't need to know the hour now

Intuition, it's a compass

What if we just let it guide us

To our core?

We don't need to know the hour now

We don't need to know the hour now

Let's pretend that we're on vacation

Let that be stasis when problems face us

Lose control

Listening to our own pulse

Loosen hold

Surrender to mortal flow