Dean Blake - Grand Timer Lyrics

Over nothing, tame but appalled
Sifting cupboards, looking for gold
Sit and watch as liquid is brewed
Looking back exciting, exciting as wood
Dust can fill my insightful wound
Streaking passed, smoking his tune
Fire behind, a forest, a dune
You can't
You can't breathe, nothing is gone
Nothing's gone
Drinking water, won't be soon now
Sitting upright, humming for flowers
Reason's gone I've made up my mind
You've a cause, a cause that I, cause that I'm wrong
Dust can fill my insightful wound
Streaking passed, smoking his tune
Fire behind, a forest, a dune
You can't
You can't leave, I'm almost gone
Almost gone