Eyes on the hourglass As we sink into the sand Time's up, there's nothing we can do about it It's fine, love, 'cause I know I'mma live without it When I wake up in the morning I don't really want too much See this song but as a warning 'Cause you're too

I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache gray I am the screen, the blinding light I'm the screen, I work at night Don't wake me with so much Receiving department, three A.M Staff cuts have socked up the overage Directives are