The Clocks - Parabelle

She buries the clocks

Times wide open like her thoughts

But you still make sense

And I feel the weakness in your touch

I am in repair, so much that no one cares

Release the charm

While I hold my hand over your mouth

I would follow you down if you’re still here

I can’t feel like I’m calling out your name

We’ll shake away the memories

I know I feel the way you sin

Just scream «I won’t surrender»

This feels like plastic

But on my own accord

One day it makes you perfect

A kind of treason that you live for

But my God, what have we done

I can’t feel like I’m calling out your name

We’ll shake away the memories

I know I feel the way you sin

Just scream «I won’t surrender»

Cross my heart

My lips defend your tongue

My face demands your touch

We fake but not enough

You’re gonna burn someday

I’m calling out your name

We’ll shake away the memories

I know I feel the way you sin

Just scream «I won’t surrender»