The clock is ticking on the mantelpiece, Searching for a moment of quiet peace. The coffee's cold and the day is young, There's so much left that we haven't sung. We build our castles out of shifting sand, Hoping they…devamıThe clock is ticking on the mantelpiece,
Searching for a moment of quiet peace.
The coffee's cold and the day is young,
There's so much left that we haven't sung.
We build our castles out of shifting sand,
Hoping they will last against command.
A gentle breeze blows across the floor,
And whispers secrets from a distant shore.
