Marika Hackman - Next Year lyrics

Oh, Father Time, grow me, change me Age and shed the infant skin that was mine Did you hear the wind howling, growling? She knows something, she is older than I am Progress is slow on this heart that I grow I'll never learn next year Beat to the drum, constant ocean vessels Pulsing every second we die Hands to the sun, burning, breathing Glowing, healing sustenance of the sky (?) and coal are better for the soul But I believe in blood and lust Oh, Father Time, rock me gently I'm not ready, can't we stay for a while? And listen in to the wind, melody of Melancholy, she's a lullaby Oh send me to sleep, and my mother, she will weep And here's to the womb, and the human catacomb I am not a child quite yet And I am not a child quite yet