Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Time 28th March 1995

Wait ...
Wait for time.
Words are mime
and soundless.
Wipe, wipe, wipe
Wipe away the rain.
Agonise my pain.
Drawing it out a little longer.
I try to be stronger.
All mine to pass.
How long will it last?
Practice, practice, practice.
Practice that phrase a million more times. Hey.
I've got plenty of time for that.
I'll have it down pat
In no time.
Because no time
is the time when you're gone
too long
What's the time, Mr Wolf?
Its 9 o'clock, 16 minutes and 37 seconds.
Just infinity to go.
Wipe, wipe, wipe.
Wipe your face.
Here's a tissue.
Get dressed, sit up straight, listen to me!
Listen to me!!!
Can you hear me a million miles away?
Practice, practice, practice.
Practice what I'll say
On the day you finally get here, In my car as the wipers
Wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe the screen so I'm not as blind.
Just passing the time,
Just passing the time,
Just passing the time.

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