Clocks
He’s dying.
Talking tonight of all the things he’s never done, the places he’ll never see.
I don’t think like that you know,
not in minutes and hours.
So young I’m still immortal.
He’s dying.
Talking tonight of all the things he’s never done, the places he’ll never see.
I don’t think like that you know,
not in minutes and hours.
So young I’m still immortal.