Woorden:
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

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

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

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

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

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

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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