Seven Minutes Fast (Live) Lyrics

So the hangman wears a watch the size of Texas on his wrist

With a bullhorn strapped to the face of it

To be sure you can hear it tick

And he keeps it set exactly seven minutes fast

To make you think it's later than it really is

Till you live like it's always been

Too scared to move even downhill but getting bored with standing still

Even this empty I believe I've had my fill

Of debating the meaning

Next clear night, point your eyes to the sky

A billion stars each one a sun and

Any number of planets could be orbiting them

The good, the bad, the sane, the mad ain't drawn in concrete lines

You said yourself we all must sell our souls or our minds

Just know all deeds done beneath this sun were done long before your time

And one man's virtue is some man's crime

And no man makes it out alive

I breathe seven times for every minute that passes over my eyes

If I'm lucky I might get a couple hundred million in my life

I trade four hundred breaths for seventy dimes

Spend it all in traffic, reading signs

And waiting on green lights

I was up last night weeding wrong from right

Parables of Christ running through my mind

Something about money due at harvest time

So the hangman wears a watch the size of Texas on his wrist

With a bullhorn strapped to the face of it