we are always on our way
we beat our chests,
broken clocks, we are honest twice a day.
our groundhogs overstay
in cuckoo nests
we are always on our way
in metric evenings led astray,
most of us have been recessed,
broken clocks, we are honest twice a day.
we are made to coil halfway,
beat those who love us best
we are always on our way.
we make time prepaid
and tendons compressed,
broken clocks, we are honest twice a day
we say
we are guests
we are always on our way
broken clocks, we are honest twice a day.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
we are always on our way
we beat our chests,
broken clocks, we are honest twice a day.
our groundhogs overstay
in cuckoo nests
we are always on our way
in metric evenings led astray,
most of us have been recessed,
broken clocks, we are honest twice a day.
we are made to coil halfway,
beat those who love us best
we are always on our way.
we make time prepaid
and tendons compressed,
broken clocks, we are honest twice a day
we say
we are guests
we are always on our way
broken clocks, we are honest twice a day.
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