"Life", you'd mumble , "Is about feeling"

In a time capsule we often stand 

lingering until the time is right 

but don't wait for the perfect angle of light 

nor the way that the wind blows 

the most important thing to remember 

isn't to wait for the time 

but that time will wait for you to be ready 

What I hope you don't notice,

is the way it all fades by dusk 

Wanting to roll back again at 06:46 a.m.

If the night wasn't over,

How could the sun have risen?

Ask me a question with your tangerine tinted mind, 

Unravel the time and tell me, 

Why the willow is always weeping? 

"Life", you'd mumble

"Is about feeling".