Crusades - 1940 (Whirr and Chime) lyrics

Huddled like urchins Moaning and mourning The future We'd always envisioned Floating unhindered Others' seams Seemingly splitting At convenient distance ‘All the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime O let not time deceive you You cannot conquer time' 'It was late Late in the evening The lovers they were gone The clocks Had ceased their chiming The deep river ran on' Until the ceaseless hands Expose our vulnerability Tales of woe And abstract sympathy