Oh My Ophelia (Give Me An Hour)

Give Me An Hour (The Whistler)
Written By: Jonny Johnson

Pick up the news, get the language of the day
Trading in stories of diamonds and spades.
Frequent sensations the statuses claim.
Numb are the mind and the spirit in the game.
Do I need an opinion? Must I be with the times
To speak within boundaries of reason and rhyme?
Just give me an hour. I'll be ready show time.

Each mind alone turns the world to gold.
Ambivalence is weakness so better be bold.
Guaranteed to inspire the actors and dancers.
On shiny tablets come the power, the answers.
Should I be learned? Must I know this machine
To see your beauty and know how you mean?
Just give me an hour. I’ll form the silver screen.

One man flies overhead, he sings the glories of love.
Another hangs his head, says he's had enough.
For every heartbreak time softens the blows.
Yet each time it happens the Whistler’s need grows.
Do you need this now? Must I lay at your feet
Vials of poison or historic words to read?
Just give me an hour and I'll climb to your peak.

Thoughts drift carelessly at high noon.
All that was easy was taken by the moon.
The tides have changed and nothing is familiar.
The suitcase follows you to the boat by the river.
How far will it take you? Will it get you to Rome?
Where gazing upon gods can turn you to stone?
Give me an hour. You need not go alone.

10 years hold nothing, an hour has eternity.
I don't see your visions, your voice did touch me.
I don't need a big promise, I'm easy to please.
Give me something to hold, I'll take care to release.
Will you give me your space? Will you give me your time?
To weave a union of lace one step at a time?
Please give me an hour with you by my side.