This damn album sent me off into a teenage tailspin obsession with time and it's purpose of carrying us into the abyss of our impending finale...tick tock tick tock
Far away , across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell.....
Some of my PF inspired musings on the subject...
Time
Ticking away
Year after month after week, day after day
Time is the enemy
It ticks past you becomes a memory
Time's an illusion
BUT IT SURE FEELS REAL
Can't believe how time flies
But it sure goes fast
Can't believe how time flies
Changing present into past
The clock of life is ticking
To its steady beat
but the clock ain't going nowhere
It's on a dead end street