they're in the clover and they're rushing to sweep us away
we've tried beginning to undertake 
we might just stay the day
the guards are willing to trust us with the keys to last night
but only if we keep things just as they are 
 we're in the clover and we're hoping to seize the day
things are beginning to take shape
and you know what they might just be afraid
no one understands how things are 
there is only blindness where there are no stars
I'm in the clover trying to reach for delay
perhaps the right thing is to just say ok
and if we're lucky we might just enjoy it this way

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In The Clover

Songatta

WHAT THEY NEVER SAY
IS THIS THE TIME OR PLACE
WE CAN GET IN LINE TO BUY SOME TIME WITH THE DIVINE

THE ORPHANED METAL IN ITS PERCULIAR DEATH
SHINES AS BRIGHTLY AS THE WATERLILLIES IN MOON LIGHT
THIS PATH IS POSSIBLE BUT ONLY IF YOU GUIDE THE NEEDLE THRU THE THREAD

SIGNS OF THE TERRIBLE THE TERRIBLE THE PARABLE THE LAUGHABLE LIFE 

THOSE IN KNOTS BELIEVE
THE LINE IS STRAIGHT 
IT WON'T DECEIVE OR FAIL TOO SOON
HOW BOUT YOU?

THIS TERRIBLE, LOVABLE, PARABLE, LAUGHABLE LIFE

Signs of the Laughable Life

THERE IS A RAVEN ON THE SIL
STARING OFF AT SOMETHING I FEEL A CHILL
THERE'S WORMS WRIGGLING OUT OF THE MUD
CHILDREN'S LAUGHTER GOES UNHEARD
STAINS OF EFFORTS BELOW THE LEAVES
THE WIND BLOWS SADNESS THRU THE TREES
DARK CLOUDS SHADOW NATURE'S PATH
THIS IS THE QUIET BEFORE THE LAST
SPARROWS PACING BACK AND FORTH
HOLD THEIR BREATH 
TIMES RUNNING OUT

The Rearrangements