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



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Writer(s): Georgia Weber
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