Noose Dressed Like a Necklace

Sunday was short and slow and lovely
Slept in past noon, woke up, made coffee
And somewhere between the sheets and shower
We talked about the son and daughter

That we donat have but imagined at our side
Well, its only a matter of time
Sometimes my love grows disenchanted
When so much she gives I take for granted
But I am well-aware that she is my compass
The strawberry sun, Gots grace and sweetness
And when I forget, when it somehow slips my mind
its only a matter of time
Its a matter of time Its a matter of time
Til I break the blinders fastened to my eyes
And I can see you
Its only a matter of time

I found the truth inside the pattern
Of furious sound and ceaseless clatter
The peace in the painful search for meaning
You are the myth made real this evening
And a million more before the clocks unwind
Its only a matter of time
Its only a matter of time