…and time stopped
Sitting, sitting on his head there’s a clock
Ticking, waiting for an imminent stop
With no words, no words to grant for the deaf
Is there still something at all, ticking in his chest?…
Listening the unwinding
Listening…
To no words, no words but from the voice she longs to hear
In a thwarted place there’s always, a sigh so near
Sailing across the soaring sea as you please
Whilst forlorn echoes diffuse within the breeze…
Listening the unwinding
Listening…
Sitting, sitting on his head there’s a clock
Ticking, waiting for an imminent stop
With no words, no words to spare for the undead
Is it so difficult to walk this thin little thread?…
Listening the unwinding
Listening…
(nachio)
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