Fast Forward

At daybreak the shadow's waiting to cast long
Never have we found a thing so headstrong
But the hours will know not
This spot

How former favourite fests can become nightmares
Ev'n, of the new day, the light stares
On the prevailing darkness
Life's so artless

Ev'r be nice & be good & be happy & be beautiful
All the day's waiting to show the light in tankful
Show off the wonders shamelessly
But for me,

I see, in the horizon, the impending death
The day's as well short of its breath
The time's to be cured
Move, fast forward

That's how, of today's, we manage the bad, bad news
Ev'n worse it is marked, we can't ignore the blues
But depend all on tomorrow & time
To live & to let live, movin' forward I'm.

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In March the cloud flies,
Taking flight, colourful wings;
Our black and white lives

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From  The Gig in the Sky, Version 3.0