It's a brand new day,
It's another Chance
So make it your own,
Don't just walk, dance!
Make a new discovery,
Refuse to stand in line.
Pry open those heavy eyes,
And take in the rays of...
Of what?
In my darkened room,
the only light,
belongs to my clock.
And that's useless still,
for all that it shows
is the time that it's not.
{tick tock}
{tick tock}
another broken arrow
{tick tock}
{tick tock}
to chase the dove away.
Shout!
Until you're
coming in clear.
Their fragile,
fallen angel.
Speak
of love that
lifts your wings.
She knows no
bindings to bear.
What holds me in
this cherished place?
Wings, invisible to
the faithful.
They see me through
a veil of doubt,
My sins on my
face in ink.
"That's me in the corner. That's me in the spotlight, losing my religion."
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 8:10 PM UTC
It's a brand new day,
It's another Chance
So make it your own,
Don't just walk, dance!
Make a new discovery,
Refuse to stand in line.
Pry open those heavy eyes,
And take in the rays of...
Of what?
In my darkened room,
the only light,
belongs to my clock.
And that's useless still,
for all that it shows
is the time that it's not.
{tick tock}
{tick tock}
another broken arrow
{tick tock}
{tick tock}
to chase the dove away.
Shout!
Until you're
coming in clear.
Their fragile,
fallen angel.
Speak
of love that
lifts your wings.
She knows no
bindings to bear.
What holds me in
this cherished place?
Wings, invisible to
the faithful.
They see me through
a veil of doubt,
My sins on my
face in ink.
"That's me in the corner. That's me in the spotlight, losing my religion."
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