The bells had rung for midnight when I heard my doorbell chime and, opening the door, I found the infant child of time. It lay upon my doorstep gazing up with helpless eyes
1st Verse Take my hand; here we stand on the threshold between the old and the new. It’s unclear just quite where life will take us but it won’t break us, me and you. Chorus:
On December 31st and at the midnight hour; fireworks go boom and burst into a big, bright shower. When Big Ben begins to chime, to let everyone know the time,
Then, though still kneeling, Marjorie wasn’t in her apartment anymore but in the lair of the creature; a bizarre sort of throne room that seemed to belong to all centuries and none; part stone age c