Spoken to Time

Standing on the ceiling; recite some backwards poetry Give me an inch, a sickle, a mile, a sword Give me bankruptcy glory For what is timeless and tender, snuff it out Breathe the breathe of the lion. Sort it out Give me bankruptcy glory! Is there anyone here by the name of Crook Ed old timer? Leave the damn time alone Is there anyone here that objects to this marriage to the hour hand? Divorce the damned minute man! Is there anyone here by the name of Crook Ed new timer? Of course there is anyone and everyone, and of course there is you No matter our age, it always seems like a waste No matter our dreams, it's not the right stage No matter the present, my mind keeps staring back No matter my future, I'll long for the past My childhood longing forced love premature Now the lines are all cast but I'm holding the lure Do you take this hour to be your awful dreaded present? Do you take this hour to be your lawful bedded resent?