Well Thyme Lyrics

A rusty bottom mailbox

A long arm with bad intent

Kept you from receiving

Every letter that I sent

Painstakingly plainspoken

I dictated every line

My heart and body broken

True communion my design

Is it time now, is it time?

Is it time now?

Once you reconnected with your younger self

Did you return the map of morning to its dusty shelf?

I wish that you had mentioned

That the kids had long since died

It's hard to have a wedding

With no willing groom or bride

The epistle left unwritten

Was the one that broke the spell

And the endless ocean emptied

All into this wishing well.

Is it time now, is it time?

Is it time now?

After you've allowed the sky to see you cry

Will you finally not look through me

For once not pass me by?