your waving silhouette, by new means   the fish swimming in the river queue at the hook, don't they?   looking up at the heavens, a child sacrifice   weakness unknown      tick-tock, tick-tock, time flows   love and desire lay inverted in the palm of this hand   tick-tock, tick-tock, when i remember   imperfect atmosphere      please answer, this body, tracks left by filthy tears   frightened by the uncertain present that extends   through the course of my life   the tragedy reflected in this photograph   did not convey such a thing   not strong, not strong   waiting for the rain to cleanse us      the spectacle we are viewing, that sad scene   becomes polluted by a sorrowful rain      i want to break from it as it is, this burnt historic love   i hope for some kind of reality to wake me   from this prolonged dream   "please go back" to the middle of exhaustion;   kindness was always beside you   it's not frightening, it's not frightening   black rain falls to wash us      tick-tock, tick-tock, time flows   serenity and virtue lay inverted in the palm of this hand   tick-tock, tick-tock, when i remember   i can see you, on the far side of this sky   tick-tock, tick-tock, time flows   love and desire placed in the palm of this hand   tick-tock, tick-tock, remembering   i miss the smile from that day      please convey this love to that vanished person   if it were a lasting lie, how long before my redemption?   this love equally ceased, that it   would be swallowed by a wave   must reach, must reach   we exist in this "now", then die