when first we build this time machine
what was lost could now be found here
why are we living on the edge when
now we know the earth’s a round sphere?
pendulum a pendulum a pendulum...
shooting forward all at once
it will retain this energy
we're left suspended in the sky from
such a fragile piece of string
we are breaking through this vault
of false confines
tomorrow its another sway
it will go on and on and on...
we can transform this social scene here
this is reality not dreams dear
we have been given everything hear
to create a new extreme
pendulum a pendulum a pendulum...
Why are we in such a big hurry?
Stop and smell the roses
Why are we in such a big hurry?
Are you in such a big hurry?
Stop and smell the roses
why are we in such a big hurry?
are you in such a big hurry?
Stop and smell the roses
Smell the roses
I smell the roses
Stop and smell the roses
Last night as i sat by the friendly fire
alone in this old big house
i saw the smoke curling higher and higher
and the fire sprites wild carouse
as i watch where the light in moving line
kept pace with the spooks on the wall
the old hearth arch formed the arch of time
and the fire of the sunshine in the hall
4 feet on the fender
then parents of action which chisel my course
from threads of the palest hue
sweet dreams, came to me, the welling source
of things we eventually do
I saw in the flames a homelike place
a low built house on a hill
with lilacs crowding in every space
and rose (I smell them still)
4 feet on the fender
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