[01:14.08]What is the end of your day?
[01:17.49]Do you fade into nighttime or toil away?
[01:22.71]
[01:23.39]I believe I was put here to worry and wait.
[01:27.80]We fail to make up for what we cannot name.
[01:31.58]
[01:32.30]Are you true to whatever you do?
[01:36.82]Or are you scared （are you scared）
[01:40.79]to bring light to your own misery?
[01:46.01]
[01:46.28]You're so wrapped up in your history
[01:52.71]that I never see you here.
[01:57.98]Do you think of me （think of me）
[02:01.84]when you're painting mirrors by moonlight?
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[02:07.24]I'll hold every clock hand to midnight.
[02:13.83]We've all got things to fear.
[02:18.85]
[02:34.25]What is the end of your week?
[02:37.81]Some wait for romance to play out like a scheme.
[02:41.95]
[02:44.12]Others wake Sunday and need to believe
[02:48.06]that their part in the system
[02:50.00]is what makes them free.
[02:52.04]
[02:52.96]But I'm just in need of some truth.
[02:57.11]I know it's here （know its here）,
[03:00.81]but there are so many distractions.
[03:05.40]
[03:06.13]And when you're blinded by every refraction
[03:12.95]you can't focus on the light.
[03:15.85]
[03:18.21]You'll drown in fear （drown in fear）,
[03:21.92]just remember we are all scared, too.
[03:27.21]Don't neglect the ground we're all bared to;
[03:34.10]your roots will give you life.
[03:38.89]
[04:23.04]I'm lost in the aisles,
[04:26.05]crossing the lines left behind
[04:30.97]in some gold-leafed illumination.
[04:35.26]
[04:37.16]I guess I'm better left to temptation,
[04:42.23]bared to the ground.
[04:47.17]A fool, no ascetic, I wander around.
[04:52.16]
[04:52.50]I spew the hermetic and never expound,
[04:58.58]still it feels like I'm homeward bound.
[05:03.44]And what is one you to do
[05:07.90]when the working day catches up with you,
[05:12.58]a thirsty seed （a thirsty seed）?
[05:16.20]I will lend a hand if you need:
[05:19.21]the running water to your olive tree.
[05:27.65]
[06:04.78]What is the end of your day?
[06:09.33]Are you slave to those mirrors
[06:12.07]your form fills with shame?
[06:14.70]I meant to free you from those frames
[06:19.87]but their gleaming has stolen us away.
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