Lyrics:

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

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 reamed

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

It's time!

This time!

Make me now!

It's time!

This time!

Change me now!