Smash Potwatching! - Mischief Brew

Bring up the reserve

What good does it serve down there?

I season a dream

I wait for the steam and stare out there

A turn and a tick

Clock-cursing as if it cares

As if it’s to blame

For blowing over the card-house of fate

Too late

Ah, who needs a clock when the kettle’s a’flame?

Watch your hands 'round the boiling steam

Does sun chase moon, or is it the other way?

Watched pot

Smash potwatching

No longer wait

No longer wait

Trace the trail of a crack

Resting there on your back in peace

Wait here patiently

Where you’ll be counted just like sheep

'Til you fall asleep

And as the doors close, your tea grows cold

So it’s back on the flame

But it’s never the same

I’m standing in line

I’m checking the time

Too hot to drink

So chop me a block of ice

We were wasted by a quarter to nine

Two in the morning and you opened the wine

Friends of mine, may we never run out of time

Bring up the reserve

Before I kill the nerve and fall asleep

Asleep

Smash potwatching!