Wind's blowing in
Into my window
Sun setting low
Melting on my Earth
Crimson to night
The moon's disappearing
Fall off the Earth
Into the sky
Time lives adrift
And hauntingly constant
And I fear that I rest
In the track of the clock's hands
Breathless and tired
Asleep on the cold ground
Fighting my vice
The future seems endless
Time lives adrift
And hauntingly constant
And I fear that I rest
In the track of the clock's hands
Time lives adrift
And hauntingly constant
And I fear that I rest
In the track of the clock's hands
Wind's blowing in
Into my window
Fall off the Earth
Into the sky
Time lives adrift
And hauntingly constant
And I fear that I rest
In the track of the clock's hands
Time lives adrift
And hauntingly constant
And I fear that I rest
In the track of the clock's hands
The clock's hands
The clock's hands
The clock's hands

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