Taking your talents in different lights
I picture you falling from such great heights
Weathered by the moments after
Dwarfed in awe of the circled hall
The times reflect you in nothing at all
Weathered by the moments after
With care that's set at the pendulum peaks
Clipping my side as the bell chimes shriek
Entwined in my reverence of the rabble
Coddling the clock-clicks from the street
And flocks that fumble beneath our feet
Humble in the huddles, your remnants rattle