Tide is rising Dry land drowning Flame is crawling Thin ice crying Candlestick is melting down Candlestick is melting down We won't hurt you If we could just do things to The sparkle in your eye It threatens all of us In time it threatens all of us You might feel a little pinch With each passing day Paintbrush stuck in candlestick Mind in disarray It's not time Not yet time to reflect You might lose the quiet gifts Of each rainy day Painting life with enamel Mindless, so opaque It's not time Not yet time to move on Doesn't it seem cold? Doesn't it seem cold? Doesn't it seem cold?