Large and tall ones, short and small ones
Working 'round a frame
The pieces fit so perfectly
Like some large metal game
The time draws near, and with it fear
All senses a new kind
I'll not look back, on watered thoughts
Rearranging mine
Chorus
It's time !
This time !
Make me now !
It's time !
This time !
Change me now !
The book has said, that all the plans
Would be well within my reach
And here things were
Even larger than I'd dreamed
This metal gift, a perfect shift
From the art of being kind
I'll not look back, on tired thoughts
And all those changing minds