Из альбома: The Postmarks
Our glass
is half-full as we lie
side by side
upon the sand
beneath the sky
hourglass
sand falling too fast
let's lay it on
its side for
awhile
our glass
has been
turned on its side
the contents spilled
but it's still half-filled
hourglass
has been
turned upside-down
and the time is
running away
our glass
is half-empty
the sand is slipping through
the spaces in
our hands
the clouds float by
across the sky
as the hours fly past
summers they never
seem to last
hourglass
is half-empty
the sand is slipping through
the spaces in
our hands