Mount Winslow - Closing Phrase Lyrics

Let the author write his closing phrase
Give him time to find a proper ending
In these solemn days
Annie, leave him to his work

The typewriter's clicking has filled the house for several months now
Muffled it's making its way through the door
On some days it's frequent and fast with determination
On some days the thoughtfulness closes its claw

And lately that rhythm got slower
And it feels like this whole work is coming to an end
And isn't that the most challenging part of it
When it takes time to tie up all of those loose strands
When it takes time to tie up all of those loose strands

I just want him to feel blithe
With love, his visions and designs
Open questions clarified
'Bout love, his visions and his strifes

And Annie in her youth and naivety cannot see
Why she can't spend more time with that typewriting man
And how shall she in any way see what drives him, what's inside him
She's still far from that urge to preserve and pass on

And isn't it strange how perspectives change over the years
Looking down on a man even though he's ahead
Looking down on that man even though he's ahead

I just want him to feel blithe
With love, his visions and designs
Open questions clarified
'Bout love, his visions and his strifes