Terraceo

Hour after hour, slipping through my fingers
Sitting, drinking coffee talking to a stranger
Every afternoon and every single evening
Watch the hours rolling past, then spend the whole night reading

It was true-I was taking my time
It was great-or maybe just fine
There was never a hurry, or worry
But also no time

Wasting all the daylight on idle terraceo
No need to watch the clock with the bells of the cathedral
Falling through the hours, wading through the minutes
There was nothing there to start, and nothing left to finish

What's your rush
What's the point of running rampant when you're
Out of touch
You seem to have forgotten that you're
Outside time
You scrutinize the world, but you don't
See a thing
I pity such a fool
Are you wishing your life away
Are you letting it all slip by
Sit back, relax, put your feet up for a while
And watch it all drift by

Look up at the sky, it works just like a candle
Melting down the day, and always at an angle
Running down the clock and fading into ink stains
But no one's in a hurry, and there's no one even here to complain

Life is terraceo, counting down the hours
Taking in the views and smelling all the flowers
Faces rushing past you, memory's an ocean
Powerless to stop it, stuck in slow motion

Are you wishing the time away
Are you rushing to an unknown place
Honey I believe you, I know you're afraid
But whatever road you take, it always turns out the same

Hour after hour, rushing like a river
Time is like a thief and time is like a giver
Every afternoon and every single evening
Static on the TV, gotta do something
Hour after hour, second after second
Every moment counted, every bit reckoned
Sipping on your coffee, life is terraceo
The present is a gift but you
Give it all away
Give it all away
You give it all away, oh