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Oh, Father Time, grow me, change me Age and shed the infant skin that was mine Did you hear the wind howling, growling? She knows something, she is older than I am Progress is slow on this heart that I grow I'll never learn next year Beat to the drum, constant ocean vessels Pulsing every second we die Hands to the sun, burning, breathing Glowing, healing sustenance of the sky [?] and coal are better for the soul But I believe in blood and lust Oh, Father Time, rock me gently I'm not ready, can't we stay for a while? And listen in to the wind, melody of Melancholy, she's a lullaby Oh send me to sleep, and my mother, she will weep [?] And here's to the womb, and the human catacomb I am not a child quite yet And I am not a child quite yet Aus Songtexte Mania