You taught me not to watch the clock,
The time is not a burden now,
Its feet are light, but heavy are its hands,
Galloping rudely towards the dawn.
I want no end for this fine night,
Lit up stars and camp fire light?
I want no end for this fine night,
Who cares its minutes are finite?
The time is leaking down the clock,
It flows and shows no mercy
And we won’t patch it with stardust,
We won’t stop the leakage.