I stopped my pace, I let the time passed me by
To take a look of her face, she looks beautiful I can't lie
Lets rotate the clock needle to the opposite direction
To change what was wrong, what created the big friction
The little giggles she made
From the jokes I create
The little giggles she made
Now I stayed up late
Her little giggles I heard
Left me with no words
Her little giggles I heard
Helped me from getting hurt
Down in my mind so dark
She created a spark
I hope it will ignite the cold kerosine
To help the metal bird flying
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 2:17 PM UTC
I stopped my pace, I let the time passed me by
To take a look of her face, she looks beautiful I can't lie
Lets rotate the clock needle to the opposite direction
To change what was wrong, what created the big friction
The little giggles she made
From the jokes I create
The little giggles she made
Now I stayed up late
Her little giggles I heard
Left me with no words
Her little giggles I heard
Helped me from getting hurt
Down in my mind so dark
She created a spark
I hope it will ignite the cold kerosine
To help the metal bird flying
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