an apple off my head And a trouble that can't be named A tiger's waiting to be tamed singing You are You are Confusion never stops Closing walls and ticking clocks
?s inadequate to describe where I am in the room of my house Where the light has never been waiting for this day to end And these clocks keep unwinding
Shoot an apple off my head And a, trouble that can?t be named Tigers waitin? to be tamed Singing, you are You are Confusion never stops Closing walls and ticking clocks
The sign shed light on who is lonely Run and hide- I'm alright Light me, blood clot I am only a child of light And I'm going all the way And I've thrown
Moving in waves so that All that you feel Avoiding the shadows What they can see Then the wave starts to break And the shadows are real So you reach out
Stop the clocks and turn your world around Let your love lay me down And when the night is over, there'll be no sound Lock the box and leave it all behind
I kissed you Remembered candles lit with meaning I imposed But that escaped you With your brown eyes and your blue jeans I heard the chiming of the clocks
broken smile never lies A busted mirror cannot see you cry I'm looking through one glass eye You can't see me now, but I'm watching over you All the clocks
Old brown clock ticking on my shelf Take my mind to someplace else Little gold clock ticking by my bed Funny little people dancing 'round my head Morning
Clocks and spoons and empty rooms, it's raining out tonight What a way to end a day by turnin' out the light Shoot the moon right between the eyes I'm
hotel On his back black and white, He hums a tune I've learnt to hate so well. But oh oh, won't you meet me Under the clocks, we'll go walking by the
I'll dress you I'll bless you To make use Of my singing muse Believe me It's not easy I'll use my right hand The one we're sinking in Torrential pour
walk away How much longer Can I break the same routines Blurry eyes (Broken clocks) Fading hours How much longer Can I break the same routines Blurry eyes (Broken Clocks
Since that clocks first tick, a dark hue and fear driven... It's only real till it ends... As the stars fall on our hands... call the wind the thief
it's inadequate to describe where I am, in the room of my house where the light's never been, waiting for this day to end. And these clocks keep on
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