"There’s a tall thin man standing in the shadows
When he calls your name his voice is strong and clear
It’s a dark and smoky place, so you can’t quite see his face
He pulls you close and whispers in your ear."
I submit He's death; or at least fate. Nothing motivates people like the notion of running out of time. I think it paints a very natural and comfortable picture of death; Just something that happens after a bit, so be sure you make what time you have count.
But who do you suppose George is?
"There’s a tall thin man standing in the shadows When he calls your name his voice is strong and clear It’s a dark and smoky place, so you can’t quite see his face He pulls you close and whispers in your ear."
I submit He's death; or at least fate. Nothing motivates people like the notion of running out of time. I think it paints a very natural and comfortable picture of death; Just something that happens after a bit, so be sure you make what time you have count.