River

Time flows past us, we’re all standing still
We’re pebbles in a river of years
With the illusion of motion towards a salt-water ocean
But erosion should be one of our fears as we lie here

Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
Don’t you wanna go back home?

Hope remains the tiniest particle reminding us
Never to obey the facts
You seal your mind against it and when you think you’ve fenced it
It comes creeping through the cracks

Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
Don’t you wanna go back home?

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