Matter Of Time

The Game

I want to fall in love.
Matter of Time is playing softly in the background.

I want him to decorate his nest,
puff out his chest,
howl at the moon
in the wake of my sweet perfume.

Play the game with me. He will.

I don't make a sound. It's always circling 'round.
It's a matter of time.

We will roll beneath the sky
in the clover and dandelions.

He knows I'll be by.

It's a matter of time.