Kurt J. Moser

"the hour of aching"

3'o clock I know you oh so well
you're the hour of achings and of spells

my soul sounds like a rumbling stone
I can't stand the sound of how it groans

our shadow is as mean as we are good
the universe expanding as it should

Tonight my spirit is my only friend
I hope he will not leave me in the end

a part of me is digging in the past
the other one keeps running forward fast

our shadow is as mean as we are good
the universe expanding as it should

and I wonder what it feels like to be me

You know that we are only a brood
pretending to be clever and acute

but we are just a shout in empty space
try to give eternity a face

our shadow is as mean as we are good
the universe expanding as it should

and I wonder what it feels like to be me