Slow Major

All the good moments
Mortar for the others
Stack them all together
Frame a memory better
Your shape fell apart here
Like the build of a bad engineer
Like a motor in cold air
«I want to go home»
The weight on a number
Father Time has a terrible hunger
The wait on the weekend
In a broken down hospital chair
All the bad moments
Nail in the shutters
Shelter or supper
Clothes from the gutter
A song to a coma
I could never really make it mine
Medicine pagoda
«You'll do just fine»
The weight on a number
Father Time has a terrible hunger
The wait on the weak end
And I never really heard your voice again
It’s been so amplified
It’s been that way ever since you died
This room will be cleared out soon
There’s a light without a view
A terrible toll paid in full
Are you ever coming back through?