The Hourglass and the Landslide - Ten

Why does it feel like you’re comin' on?

And why do I feel like it’s never gone?

The tendrils of dark, like cerebral knives

Cut straight to heart, hyposensitise

Perceptions are sharp, «working overtime»

Steppin" outside, steppin' outside

It’s a timeless dream

With a mindless scene

Where the Sandstorm drifts

As the world turns rifting time

In this Hourglass it’s a landslide

From the hand you’re dealin'

The Tarot reading

Is so misleading

The cards burn, shift and glide

In this Hourglass it’s a landslide

The scene is surreal, like a battle won

But now I can see, I’ve been overcome

You took me apart in the candlelight

Dissected my heart while anesthetised

And now I’m a slave to your darker side

Steppin" outside, steppin' outside

It’s a timeless dream

With a mindless scene

Where the Sandstorm drifts

As the world turns rifting time

In this Hourglass it’s a landslide

From the hand you’re dealin'

The Tarot reading

Is so misleading

The cards burn, shift and glide

In this Hourglass it’s a landslide