Clocks That Picture Time
these days you barely see
the colors of people as they are
tomorrow looms
in places that i can't be
still i wonder will it all fall down
these days you're either right or wrong
sit back on ease and find rhythm to a song
running on e and i'm almost there
thinking maybe we'll make it
hell, we're almost there
still i wonder will it all fall down
these days it's you or me
i can picture
the things you're left to say
winters calling
and the darkness is sinking this day
still i wonder will it all fall down
these days you're either right or wrong
calling forgiveness it's either you or me
tomorrow turns in places that i can't be
the color's of people you barely see
"maybe i'll see you when you get there"
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