Clocks in a Golden Box

When will the sun come around my corner?
When will the moon take its toll and leave?
Because our eyes have to meet before the clock turns grey
Before the rain patters and snow tumbles and the clouds get angry

The sky is blue, but will slowly turn to brown
This town is getting older and older, as the same trees grow
And when they become taller and taller, the snow will fall tenfold
I question whether the day our footprints cross will ever come

Because if the snow fell so hard that it met my face
Then that will be the day that tells us too hard
That we will have to wait for the snow to depart
To let the salt rot away every bit of cold to home

Let's admit the crimes we made through this
That we haven't given the gifts that care made
So when our hands shake and arms embrace
Open your hand, I have something to offer
And I'll open mine, and we'll treasure the time together