Testo Three Hours

Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies,
Hoping to keep the sun from his eyes,
East from the city and down to the cave
In search of a master, in search of a slave.

Three hours from London, Jacomo's free,
Taking his woes down to the sea,
In search of a lifetime to tell when he's home In search of a story that's never been known.

Three hours from speaking, everyone's flown
Not wanting to be seen on their own,
Three hours is needed to leave from them all.
Three hours to wonder, and three hours to fall -

We had all the time, but failed to make sense,
From one side to other we fell to the fence,
The one hope of failure had turned for the best
While three hours had taken the hope of success