Now you're going too far with your imagination Death is a solver with plans (?) No more water left to any other bridge (X2) There is no fashion to decay No weirding way You might have a day and D E A Or thirty Or fifty You're just another sound Stopping in a major city Have you ever been a sun dial? Told time on your own? Been a jar of lightning? A circular stone? You simply let your shadow And there it ticks Invention's open mouth Where your negative sits Death is a solver with plans (?) No more water left to any other bridge (X2) Hey writer, I don't like your stories