We have lingered, in the chambers of the sea.
By the sea girls, wreathed with sea-weed.
Red and Brown, till human voices wake us up,
and we drown...
I have stayed here for far too long.
I have stayed and I never should have come at all.
I have stayed here for far too long.
I have stayed and I never should have come at all.
I've yet to connect, a voice to a face,
who tells me "boy, you will destroy yourself someday."
This time's for squander,
to wreck, to purge, to build, to waste.
The blurs I see collect, destroy, pack up and glide away.
There will be time, there will be time,
to save for you and I.
There will be time to birth ourselves,
and to let each other die.
There will be time, there will be time,
to see me as I know.
A fool, a wretch, a child at best,
there's always time to let me go.
In the room, the women come, they come, they come,
they go, they go, they go.
Talking of Michelangelo.
Contrast, compare to find which could stay afloat,
I'll meet him at the bottom of a well I dug four years ago.
Presume the best is yet to pass,
Presume a question that you have yet to ask.
There will be time,
There will be time,
There will be time,
For me to hide.