The Crystalline Effect

You say nothing lasts forever You wait for the time to come You say everything must change But what if you're wrong You say circumstances change you can't expect to always feel the same Is what you call reality a self-fulfilling prophecy Is this some

At six o'clock you won't be home yet You're still in town, walking around At seven o'clock you might be on your way Shaking off the cobwebs of another day At seven o'clock I watch the clock At six o'clock I watch the clock At eight o'clock I start to

It's been a long, slow slide To the depths of her soul God, I wish I knew the point where she lost control She moves slowly, she opens the blind She looks out from her window, god knows what she will find She listens for sounds of distant conversatio