the clock rests on quarter to three
while i rest in my bedthe room is dark and empty
the streets are toostars hidden behind clouds
birds hide in treesjust for the sake of passing time
i step into a dream
passing time
the clock rests on quarter to three
while i rest in my bedthe room is dark and empty
the streets are toostars hidden behind clouds
birds hide in treesjust for the sake of passing time
i step into a dream