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Father, Time

from Right Noise by Alicia Walter

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lyrics

Father, Time is at my window, Father, Time is at my door
Father, Time is asking what I have to show for wanting more
Father, Time is in the courtyard, and he's playing on a lyre
Threaded with the strings of fate, he’s asking for a choir

Father, Time is on my head, Father, Time is in my hands
Father, Time is smiling to himself, while I make all my plans
Father, Time has come to tell me something I don’t want to hear
He’s singing with the voice of angels straight into my ear,

He’s sayin’,
Come to me, quietly
What will be is what will be

Father, Time is in the parlor with a woman so divine
She’s holdin’ up a mirror to me, reflecting all the light
Father, Time is coming quickly, Father, Time is moving slow
Wherever I find myself, I find time always goes

Father, Time is running out, but when he does there’s always more
To heal the wounds we’ve left to heal, ‘cause that’s what time is for
Father, Time is drawing near, and he’s opening his mouth
And I hear the whisper of his voice as the sands come pouring out,

He’s sayin’,
Come to me, quietly
What will be is what will be

In the eleventh hour, your bell will ring
In the eleventh hour, you will be seen
In the eleventh hour, you must remain
In the eleventh hour, you will be saved

Father, Time is looking urgent, Father, Time, he is come
Father, Time, his hands are off the dial and reaching for someone
Father, Time, I feel caressing, his fingers on my face
As I lean into his wrinkled palm, I feel the warmth of grace

Father, Time takes off his watch, and as it smashes to the floor,
He says, “Let’s call it a day, my dear,” and reaches for the door
Father, Time, with one foot out, and one foot in, he’s standing still
“But lend me just one minute more, if you’ve got time to kill,”
He’s sayin’,

Come to me, quietly
What will be is what will be

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from Right Noise, released June 23, 2023

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