Eleven O'clock

It is eleven o'clock my dear and I'd do it all again I'd do it all again In the eleventh hour my dear I'd do it all again I'd do it all again Such a great day We were cooking up a storm when one came And rattled all the leaves as they fell to the floor Left the frames but nothing more And so we found they Were deeper than we thought we'd arranged The roots are running fine and deep in blackened clay Intertwining by the ways of Such a great day We were cooking up a storm when one came The roots were taken up and water crashing down Flooded to our knees we found that Even though we could swim still the wash was flowing in our lungs And they were paper thin We realized not to drown we must give in Not to drown we must give in So you'll see this is not a passing phase, an in between Cause we're going down together