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Wounded(J.J.M.)


The number of this clock glares into silence
I don't know how I'm gonna get by this
Is there a way to fill in this silence?
Maybe if your heart beats - now

Every tear that falls
Is a drop of blood my soul is bleedin'
If I collect enough
Would it have kept your heart beatin'?

What might it prove
If we stood in heaven next to you
Begging for you to stay on judgment day
We've - nothing to lose

The tick of this clock fills in the silence
Replacin' the time when we were laughing
the pain in the air, thick and dense
That sometimes is to real to have even happened

Your laughter runs through my veins
Icing up - cold from the pain
God I hope one day I'll be sane
But does it really even matter?

In the rays of the sun afaimst my face
I feel you -
In the cool breeze
I hear your - voice

How does heaven look
Way up there?
Bet your wings are -
More beautiful today -

Life is measured
In the beats if a heart
Playing its part in keeping this clock alive -

The numbers of this clock glares into silence
ooooh -