Large and tall ones, short and small ones
   Working 'round a frame
   The pieces fit so perfectly
   Like some large metal game
   The time draws near, and with it fear
   All senses a new kind
   I'll not look back, on watered thoughts
   Rearranging mine
   [Chorus]
   It's time!
   This time!
   Make me now!
   It's time!
   This time!
   Change me now!
   The book has said, that all the plans
   Would be well within my reach
   And here things were
   Even larger than I'd dreamed
   This metal gift, a perfect shift
   From the art of being kind
   I'll not look back, on tired thoughts
   And all those changing minds
   [Repeat Chorus]