you live inside a clock I feel your hands upon my face choking on the aftertaste of Time
and should the ticking stop just watch my heart disintegrate into these fragments you’ve embedded in your mind
you’re light years away but you’re still mine most every day just a wicked master of horology
if I reach out my hand I just get buried in the sand I’m suffocating could you spare the time to rescue me
hour after hour I get caught inside the days it’s like some broken fascination I can’t make it go away
hour after hour until the count is finally through more and more i guess what Pavlov says is true my life gets lost inside of you
the numbers on the wall prove that the sky’s is about to fall but maybe persistence will melt it all away we’re all in the pursuit of chronologic absolute but please tell me could you simply count me out today?
I could believe in athanasia but what if there is no hope at all?
hour after hour I get caught inside the days it’s like some broken fascination I can’t make it go away
hour after hour until the count is finally through more and more i guess what Pavlov says is true and I’m still counting
hour after hour I get caught inside the days it’s like some broken fascination I can’t make it go away
hour after hour until the count is finally through more and more I guess what Pavlov says is true my life gets lost inside of youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
