22 times in passing
i am lying here. i am listening to time
my eyes on the hands on your face
my hands on the eye of the storm
while with every sweep, every move, every stroke
it takes me
round the sun and closer
to being further away
i am lying here. i am listening to time
my eyes on the hands on your face
my hands on the eye of the storm
while with every sweep, every move, every stroke
it takes me
round the sun and closer
to being further away