5 O' Clock

Disregarding their memory at five o' clock
In a newspaper haze
Wondering what fate will bring
Sullen the last mass they'll sing
Spun the false Capulets into
A wistful dream
Telling the last words they meant
Relating the whole once again
The final response was sent

Preset your memory at five o' clock
The information they'll change
Telling there's something that's strange
Habitual hopes to arrange
Her glass body
Is how she'll place her charms
Across the eyes of all the young men
Here she comes rushing again...

Resting your memory at five o' clock
It's the morning brigade
Coming to take it away
All our hymns are held off at bay
Tension clocks in, the hammer locks
Another old tale
Telling us all the vague silent dreams
Rushing us all past the elegant scenes
Until morning starts to gleam

(c)2015 ~Moonfire-Lark/A.K.