the matter of time

it happened in the summertime

my cousin and i read the line

the open book shook our comfy lives

destiny revealed to us

descending from his mystery bus

till then we thought a permanent thing

meant a permanent thing

but a permanent thing

is no permanent thing

no we've no permanent place to play

and now and again aftershocks

scar our thoughts with molten rocks

the scorching sun lies a touch ahead

the matter of time taught to us

our parents would not be there to fuss

till then we thought a permanent thing

meant a permanent thing

but no permanent thing

is a permanent thing

no we've no permanent place to play

and i remember talking about time

and i remember shivers down my spine

and i remember shivers down my spine

and i remember shaking