A Scale, A Mirror And Those Indifferent Clocks
Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find easilyMore than sufficient doubt that these colors you seeWere picked in advance by some careful handWith an absolute concept of beauty
They are smeared and these blurs come in random orderAnd they color the eyes of your former loversHers were green like JulyExcept when she cried, they were red
Now I know a disease that these doctors can't treatYou contract on the day you accept all you seeIs a mirror, and a mirror is all it can beA reflection of something we're missing
And language just happened, it was never plannedAnd it's inadequate to describe where I amIn the room of my house where the light's never beenWaiting for this day to end
And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignoreEverything that we hate or adoreOnce the page of a calendar is turned it's no moreSo tell me, then, what was it for?Oh, tell me, what was it for?