The clock up on the mantle counts to twelve then restarts Like shadows swell as light begins to fade It's ticking soft and gentle but indifferent to your heart It treads on even when you'd rather stay
Just like old things left in boxes in the cellars of our minds Do you reach into the void to say hello Feel the wet grass and someone's lips Things unmarked with compromise In the dark their cartoon faces seem to glow
A new door is closing As times ticking slowly Don't watch through your fingers Look at it all closely
And of course some sharper objects stare with dilated eyes Gnarled faces bloom as the wallpapers peels I thank god sometimes for the things time refuses to reprise In the end it seems to cut us a fair deal
And last but not least you In all your out of focus scenes Glinting golden every time you catch the light Are you are a cartoon or a phantom Or something in-between? I guess I'll never really know will I?
A new door is closing As times ticking slowly Don't watch through your fingers Look at it all closelyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
