In an Escher town
In the Palace Gallen, hidden low
And the peaks stay saint
And the streets wind up and down below
To the balcony
Where the hands embrace amidst the rows
And the flickering screen
And the smell of almonds in the grove
Don't leave
Don't leave
To come so close to offer this
Won't leave, don't leave
The screen says stay every time
The image it plays in my mind
And we say grace
Every time we're in this place
Is it mine in the mirror?
Is it mine or the mirror that we make?
Where we haven't run
Deep into the rows
Where the olives grow
Lost in the unknown
Until, lost is all we know
And the pollen silt
Till we're tracing in the snow
And down into the screen
Says stay every time
The image plays in my mind
And we say grace
Every time we're face-to-face
Is it mine in the mirror?
Is it mine or the mirror that we make?
Take all the time it takes
To make all the time it takes
It takes all the time it takes
To make all the time it takes
Take all the time it takes
To make all the time it takes
It takes all the time it takes
To make all the time it takes
Take all the time it takes (don't leave)
To make all the time it takes (don't leave)
It takes all the time it takes (don't leave)
To make all the time it takes (darlin')
Take all the time it takes (don't leave)
To make all the time it takes (don't leave)
It takes all the time it takes (don't leave)
To make all the time it takes (darlin')
Take all the time
Escrita por: Michael Lowry, John Gerrit Welmers, Samuel Thompson Herring, William Hugh Cashion