The clouds burst under the weight Of water waiting to fall To feed a desloate wasteland and clear Your dust covered sight The concept of fear and trembling Has bound you in chains too long Now draw your focus away from the gloom You were bound to go wrong It's time to turn the hourglass So the grains can freely pass Add when the final grain has dropped It doesn't mean that time has stopped Scores of moments of harm and pleasure Recorded in equal measure Time to turn the hourglass So the grains can freely pass You will call, so he will answer You will cry for help and he'll say: Here am I But when you rest he will rest Till the dawn of the day The concept of fear and trembling Has bound you in chains too long Now draw your focus away from the gloom You were bound to go wrong It's time to turn the hourglass So the grains can freely pass Add when the final grain has dropped It doesn't mean that time has stopped Scores of moments of harm and pleasure Recorded in equal measure Time to turn the hourglass So the grains can freely pass