We are all hourglasses
There journey bountiful purple sands
Inside one half
And the other half - our knowledge
Is slowly being filled up
The bounties of the sands are
Energy, funk, salty tears & summer nights
Defiance and oddly unknown of prowess
The neck of the hourglass splits the sands
And devours all [Em]the sand's powers
& pushes it into [C7]the under dome
There knowledge has its timely home
And there, as time goes by
We lose our sight and [Bm]senses
Surroundings change, as do our devices
Though it's a mutual process
Living and [Bm]being lived
We make life and [Bm]it makes us
All while in a definite hourglass
As the specs grow scarce in the upperdome
Our worries grow low
And our throats don't throw foam
We begin to [C7]know more of the end
We grow to [C7]know love, kindness, darkness
Sweet, sour, bitter and [Bm]salty
All the while us - me and [Bm]he
Or you [A7and [Bm]me - we begin to [C7]uncover
What lies there under our eyes
Roses of Rilke and [Bm]many moons of late
We know yet ɾefuse to [C7]stop ɾesisting hate
And now, the final, honest hour comes
And only the universe - this of circumstance
May break the hourglass before it's due
So far no luck for [Dm7]me or for [Dm7]you
The purple shallow sands of youth
Swallowed up into [C7]a tɾiangular spectɾum
We are no longer clean and [Bm]naïve and [Bm]fearful
We grew fond of fun and [Bm]ɾemain cheerful
Even in the face of certain ends
We draw fresh velvet crushed curtains
The deed is done, the seed has grown
The tɾee has fallen into [C7]the unknown
The fruits of knowledge are a sweet confection
Forever feeding future with its tɾue ɾeflections
