Prom Dance of the Sacrosanct Lyrics

perspective is too big,
if we only knew the symmetry involved in the fall leaves,
or the rate of acceleration in the current of a rising river.

if we could put a hand on the acute angles in human contact,
if we knew how limp we get at night,
or how tense when shaken,
we would worship the rain.

oh, sweet sorrow, bring me home one last time,
to test the trials besieged unto me.
time to try me, time to see me, time to tell me, time to hurt me, time to praise me, hold me, carry me, hit me, kiss me, love me, hate me, help me.

has the time come? has the time passed?
was it you i asked what time it is?
was a non-sensical sensation, ate me for dinner.
last night it started to break(?).

sing a song,
but alas it choked on a slim piece of morality.
flying was always fun,
but i always seem to land on my head.

now, as i fly, bleeding in formation,
one lonesome soul approaches me.
he stole my wallet and then asked me if i could spare any change.
when i shook my head no he didn't react.

finally, he spoke once more, and asked me if i knew what time it was.