The world would say,
"Just a few days."
You know what I would say?
"The few days representing a few years from the planet I've fantasized myself to be on."

'Tick, Tock' is all that's being heard.
Those arms are moving hastily, they have places to be.

My old roman numeral clock ticks by louder than the last time I heard your fading 'goodbyes' into some void afar,
At sea.

You represent ME and everytime I went out to That Sea, reminiscing, it hit like a wave again, that...