Heavy Pencil

Time is golden, lands of Malta
Statues that melt in the sun
Pencil down in, leather-bound ere
Fallible pages of ages where lead turns to gold
Write in bold, another night

Shadow dancers, hold no answers
Churn out the same act each day
Sundial ages, stony cages
Same song but never the less what is music but time
Paint it nice, another night

Deadline looming, days are zooming
Throw a lasso 'round the moon
Stop the motion, of the oceans
Steady the tide 'cause I'm seasick and tired of this ride
They won't mind, another night

Ah
Ooh love, pencil it in and I might get back to you

Fields of fleeting Fridays
Far as the eye can see
If I could have it my way
We'd strip them back to seed

Oh, to be in gestation
Sounds like a lovely way to be
Oh, so full of potential
So strip me, strip me back to seed

Ah
Ooh love, pencil it in and I won't get back to you

Cowering from Monday
'Neath the eiderdown
Rain or shine, come what may
She holds me anyhow

Oh, inanimate object
Sounds like a lovely way to be
Oh, poly-polyester
Sew me, throw me
Patchwork back to seed

Ah
Ooh love, pencil it in and I won't get back to you
Oh-no, I'll pencil it in with the other things to do
Go, to die so I can rest in peace tonight