Whisper of a clock on the wall
A silent apology for a time elapsed
A fever and a redemption in the skies
Everything lost in one single while
Glimpses in a wrecked soul
Pieces of splinters in a palm
You don't know whether it is day or night
And your eyes are already numb
Life's like the sound heard from far away
Time runs
But every second is heavy as a stormcloud
Who knows
How far you can go?
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