By Hook or by Crook

Some people chip away time More than they understand an open hand I'm waiting for way before first light And it's the edge worn clean again Sunk in the middle Our crimes are just a rhythm on the west and you Argue on my life Some evil innocence, wild century can't express A gesture left in summer's mind Autumn's come to find And it's the end of the dreams again Sunk in the middle Our crimes are just a rhythm on the west and you Argue on my life