MOG

He only wanted more time away from the darkest door
As he lays down the king of spades
With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear
The gambler is seized and forced to his knees
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve? It means nothing
The gambler's face cracks into a grin
There's something wrong here, he thinks
But the dealer just stares
But his luck it gave in as the dawn light crept in

If the keeper of time runs slowly
To all of the men who have stood with no fear

Before you met your fate be sure you did not forsake
It's only because he's lonely
Through the opium dens and the barroom gin
He won't be alive for long
And shot dead

From the hundred year war to the Crimea
In the service of the king

There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me"
In the Belmont chair playing violins
If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned
And he lay on the floor
Your lover may not be around anymore
If the keeper of time runs slowly