clocks (dedicated to bowie)
we made a grave mistake by playing this game called love
nirvana’s just too hard to find
you broke my back you faked my heart and returned it to your coven
teeth grind all this time
and the clocks tick left and right until i die
and you bury me in a golden hide
but you didn't want me to die all alone
so you bury my
bury my heart in stone
it’s a chess game and im the pawn
you are the clock
i've been hiding all along
but now my time is up
game over for me
i grab my knapsack and i swim into the black sea
and the clocks tick left and right until i die
and you bury me in a golden hide
but you didn't want me to die all alone
so you bury my
bury my heart in stone
i’m hiding on the moon
but when i see you
i still swoon
we are the broken sun
as the waves crash down
we are the iris of a broken sound
and the clocks tick left and right until i die
and you bury me in a golden hide
but you didn't want me to die all alone
so you bury my
bury my heart in stone
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