I trust that you know what you are doing
shovel digger, metal claw
dropping in from the heavens
with no forwarning
you've plucked the green ones early
infant faces
under ripe and
still dangling
please have patience
time, time
it's not the time
i bow to your clearance
been all wiped out
we're back to bread and water
promise, fake out
there's a yellow mother in the sky
she would have grown it
would have tried
but not the time
it's not the time, time, time
and i trust you know what you're doing
head selector
cosmic chime
dwelling in invisible corners
drawing shut
the blinds
now's not the time
