5.Turning Backwards
Regretful hands grip the rounds
While we're off out of town
With only a bottle and some
Trouble clasping good sounds
I find it hard to get by
Only once in a while
When I'm leaving my silence behind
When you have gone insane
And you see it in your eyes
Well it's only dark in corners of your mind
Blue rivers in your veins
Can carry thoughts downstream
To valleys where branches
Can grow again
Through hazy skies
Come golden rays of light
They can only take my mind
Where trails of smoke unwind
I can hear the clock tower's
Turning backwards
Chiming to a time
I was waiting there outdoors
I dwelled under those stars
How we'd never be as far
As far apart as lights
In the dark above
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