Sad Songs About Rivers and Meadows Songtext
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I hear the ticking clock
From the pit of my gut
How it lies with every motion of its hands
To rip each metal piece
And lead it a twisted scrap
No longer subject to the strain
Oh! If only I could find a way
If only I could once again find innocence
Where it's waiting, waiting by that second star
From the pit of my gut
How it lies with every motion of its hands
To rip each metal piece
And lead it a twisted scrap
No longer subject to the strain
Oh! If only I could find a way
If only I could once again find innocence
Where it's waiting, waiting by that second star
But I can't even leave the ground
Lost sands are coming back
Where once they slipped right through
So elusive - but where do they belong?
Shifting, ever changing
Though the clock is still ticking
It's tyranny will no more remain
A silent echo resonates across the night
A sound I haven't heard in so long
Ringing through the air, coming on like a specter
A familiar voice, a friend from long ago
And she's calling me back home
Lost sands are coming back
Where once they slipped right through
So elusive - but where do they belong?
Shifting, ever changing
Though the clock is still ticking
It's tyranny will no more remain
A silent echo resonates across the night
A sound I haven't heard in so long
Ringing through the air, coming on like a specter
A familiar voice, a friend from long ago
And she's calling me back home
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