I won’t stop here, this clock’s hand is the only thingThat cuts through the sounds carving out my tomorrowIf I run away from the truth nowIf I lose to reality nowWhat will be left?My countless wounds are the only thingsThat can tell the story of
I won’t stop here, this clock’s hand is the only thingThat cuts through the sounds carving out my tomorrowIf I run away from the truth nowIf I lose to reality nowWhat will be left?My countless wounds are the only thingsThat can tell the story of
I won’t stop here, this clock’s hand is the only thingThat cuts through the sounds carving out my tomorrowIf I run away from the truth nowIf I lose to reality nowWhat will be left?My countless wounds are the only thingsThat can tell the story of
I won’t stop here, this clock’s hand is the only thingThat cuts through the sounds carving out my tomorrowIf I run away from the truth nowIf I lose to reality nowWhat will be left?My countless wounds are the only thingsThat can tell the story of
I won’t stop here, this clock’s hand is the only thingThat cuts through the sounds carving out my tomorrowIf I run away from the truth nowIf I lose to reality nowWhat will be left?My countless wounds are the only thingsThat can tell the story of
I won’t stop here, this clock’s hand is the only thingThat cuts through the sounds carving out my tomorrowIf I run away from the truth nowIf I lose to reality nowWhat will be left?My countless wounds are the only thingsThat can tell the story of
I won’t stop here, this clock’s hand is the only thingThat cuts through the sounds carving out my tomorrowIf I run away from the truth nowIf I lose to reality nowWhat will be left?My countless wounds are the only thingsThat can tell the story of
I won’t stop here, this clock’s hand is the only thingThat cuts through the sounds carving out my tomorrowIf I run away from the truth nowIf I lose to reality nowWhat will be left?My countless wounds are the only thingsThat can tell the story of
I won’t stop here, this clock’s hand is the only thingThat cuts through the sounds carving out my tomorrowIf I run away from the truth nowIf I lose to reality nowWhat will be left?My countless wounds are the only thingsThat can tell the story of
