The clock ticks like the moniter
I don't know how much time is left
Bony fingers lock like wedding vows
I've thrown away the key
The saints carry their crosses
And the dark room starts to cry
Souls entwine but white hearts still lose their touch, I'm holding your grudge
I've stayed awake just for the dawn to take my love
22 hours I've wasted my life to watch yours fade and by your side I pray that I'll find you once again, your fate I must contend
And in the waking call she cries out for the God above
Vеntilation fills an empty crowd
Your eyes thе freshest blue
And arms fly wide open
And the Angels ring their bells
Souls entwine but white hearts still lose their touch, I'm holding your grudge
I've stayed awake just for the dawn to take my love
22 hours I've wasted my life to watch yours fade and by your side I pray that I'll find you once again, your fate I must contend
Too much time to leave unwasted
I've been counting hours
But no baleful clock can strike this wasteland of splintered hopes of desolation
The theory flares a desperate pull of a place where rivers flow with gold and I hope you'll make it there
I don't know how much time is left
Bony fingers lock like wedding vows
I've thrown away the key
The saints carry their crosses
And the dark room starts to cry
Souls entwine but white hearts still lose their touch, I'm holding your grudge
I've stayed awake just for the dawn to take my love
22 hours I've wasted my life to watch yours fade and by your side I pray that I'll find you once again, your fate I must contend
And in the waking call she cries out for the God above
Vеntilation fills an empty crowd
Your eyes thе freshest blue
And arms fly wide open
And the Angels ring their bells
Souls entwine but white hearts still lose their touch, I'm holding your grudge
I've stayed awake just for the dawn to take my love
22 hours I've wasted my life to watch yours fade and by your side I pray that I'll find you once again, your fate I must contend
Too much time to leave unwasted
I've been counting hours
But no baleful clock can strike this wasteland of splintered hopes of desolation
The theory flares a desperate pull of a place where rivers flow with gold and I hope you'll make it there
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