Primitive Patience

It's your primitive patience I need
Ferocity sowing the seed
Cannot pierce the crust of existence
With a brutish stick in my hand

Too little, too late, I whittle and wait
And mountains break down into sand

If I had a watch, would you know what the time was?
Knowing the time, watch me go by
By and by, counting the seconds
Second guessing the sun in my eyes

The more time you give me, the less gets done
And darker the day becomes

I'm unaware, the rest of my days
With you here beside me
Your silhouette burns in the back of my eye

It's your primitive patience I need
The animal instinct to seed
I pierce the crust of the moment
And ask if the moment is right

Too little, too late, I whittle and wait
And mountains break down into sand