Large and tall ones, short and small ones
Working `round a frame
The pieces fit so perfectly
Like some large metal game
The time draws near, and with it fear
All senses a new kind
I`ll not look back, on watered thoughts
Rearranging mine
It`s time!
This time!
Make me now!
It`s time!
This time!
Change me now!
The book has said, that all the plans
Would be well within my reach
And here things were
Even larger than I`d reamed
This metal gift, a perfect shift
From the art of being kind
I`ll not look back, on tired thoughts
And all those changing minds
It`s time!
This time!
Make me now!
It`s time!
This time!
Change me now!