Fossils

In the flowers with you,
we must be moving so fast
cause time it drips like glue.
Our future is our past.

Here's another moment
I'd capture in a bottle.
We could stay here frozen.
Oh, the freedom of a fossil.

Hand in my hand
standing in the sands.
I'll go first, you go last
slipping down the hourglass.

In the weeds with you,
blew through that almanac.
Just look how much we grew,
engines scream down the tarmac.

When was it I noticed
my foot stomped on the throttle?
I had broke my promise
to the boy inside the bottle.

Hand in my hand
standing in the sands.
I'll go first and you go last
slipping down the hourglass