Sad Songs About Rivers and Meadows Lyrics

I hear the ticking clock
From the pit of my gut
How it lies with every motion of its hands
To rip each metal piece
And lead it a twisted scrap
No longer subject to the strain

Oh! If only I could find a way
If only I could once again find innocence
Where it's waiting, waiting by that second star
But I can't even leave the ground

Lost sands are coming back
Where once they slipped right through
So elusive - but where do they belong?
Shifting, ever changing
Though the clock is still ticking
It's tyranny will no more remain

A silent echo resonates across the night
A sound I haven't heard in so long
Ringing through the air, coming on like a specter
A familiar voice, a friend from long ago

And she's calling me back home