Patti Smith - It takes time

^FNo equation To explain the division of the ^Dsenses ^FNo sound to reflect The radiance of ^Dtime ^FIn the beginningest dream Halls of ^Ddisorder ^FWhere we are swept to encircle d^Dawn ^FStrapped in a low car

Trumpeting ^Dbliss ^FYou could kiss the world ^DGoodbye

^FStanding outside the courthouse In the ^Drain ^FSeemed like a lost soul From the chapel of d^Dreams ^FWith a handful of images

Phases of the ^Dmoon ^FOne little thing you get wrong Changes the ^Ddimensions ^FStreets, swept memory Diffused and ^Dlost ^FLike a prayer in the ^Dsun

^FSometimes you can’t tell Whether you’re waking up Or going to ^Dsleep ^FSpiralling Unnumbered ^Dstreets ^FAll the games cannot be yours All the sights, the treasures of the ^Deye ^FDoes the divided soul remain the same? No equation to ^Dexplain ^FDestiny’s hand

Drawn by the whispering s^Dhadows ^FInto the mathematics Of our d^Desire