The time that we win it when we're fixed in the minute and the clock's stopped at three is that moment we'll be,
reinstated,
crowned and rated number one.
The time is upon me,
the clocks chimes one, two...
..she holds up her hand and the question is raised as my eyelids drop lower,
three crows and the rock starts to crumble?
I mumble and answer
she watches me stumble over the words that taste liquid, but are solid like granite,
win it?
we were never in the running.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
The time that we win it when we're fixed in the minute and the clock's stopped at three is that moment we'll be,
reinstated,
crowned and rated number one.
The time is upon me,
the clocks chimes one, two...
..she holds up her hand and the question is raised as my eyelids drop lower,
three crows and the rock starts to crumble?
I mumble and answer
she watches me stumble over the words that taste liquid, but are solid like granite,
win it?
we were never in the running.
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