11.Torches
on clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, on
windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the
shore
the traffic lights silently change a thousand times a day but
I'm still waiting, yeah I'm still waiting
if my hand could block the sun, would we ever wake up？ If I
turned back all these clocks would that be time enough？
I can't remember exactly when this longing began but I know it
wasn't before the day you touched my hand, laugh and shout in
blissful daze and numbers are exchanged, I'm still waiting, yeah
I'm still waiting
if my hand could block the sun, would we ever wake up？ If I
turned back all these clocks would that be time enough？
so put your hands where I can see them, and shut your mouth, I
know who you are, in a world void of feeling or heart I know
that we are the torches in the dark
let's break this down, let's make this count,
let's leave this one-horse town, no better time than now
the angels dance like feathers float, they're here to see and to
be seen, the clock strikes two, the music slows and each one
slowly dons their wings, once outside they all pair off and hand
in hand they leave but I'm still waiting, yeah I'm still waiting
if my hand could block the sun, would we ever wake up？ If I
turned back all these clocks would that be time enough？
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