Teeth of Time/Mountain Songtext
von Joshua Burnside

The golden light of dawn so bright
Peaked through the blind and onto
Your little face I wondered what
The future will bestow you

The teeth of time, sharp and white
Are chewing on my back
And on the winding step, sometimes you′ll trip
But I'll catch you while I can


If the mountain sleeps so much
What does it dream of?
Hail pelting down on tents, stars long dead
Newcastle all aglow, the hum of the traffic low
Ice sheets shifting slow, kites in the summertime?

Someday you′ll ask me what I did
When they killed lough neigh
Did I march up to city hall, or did I sigh
And turn away?

The truth is I've only been, concerned with my own wee life
With making a quid or two, or three on a good night
The truth is we fucked it up, and every inch of it
We sold for cheap so you'll have to fight
To get it back