Hourglass

Rest your hand on strangers' faces

We'll be riding boats next season

What was it that you've been told?

Golden suits and jewels and thrones

Hot sand pulls you deep

The change of the season

The blistering skin

The chance you could win

You're face to face, don't run

Don't run

Your hand is full of gristle now

Take more pills and wash them down

Waiting for your time to pass

The centre of an hourglass

Hot sand pulls you deep

The change of the season

The blistering skin

The chance you could win

You're face to face, don't run

I'm California dreamin'