Neal Peterson - I Wind My Clocks текст песни

Here I sit, I wind my clocks and wait in line
If only the truth was free, I'd set them to a date and time
We're floating alone inside this tragedy, this majesty

And here I sit, I wind my clocks and wait in line

The time has come, we know by now who built this house
Their hands are cupped with blood, the innocence fell in the flood
And I don't care about your rhetoric, your dogma makes me sick
That's why I sit, I wind my clocks and wait in line

Still Alice Parker loves you
She's been trying so hard just to tell you
She stood up for what was the truth

I'll never forget September
I'll try and always remember the stories from long ago

And I hope you're living your life well
It doesn't really matter cause I'll see you in hell