Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick, and think of you
Caught up in circles confusion is nothing new
You say go slow; I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost, you can look and you'll find me
Time after time
If you fall, I'll catch you; I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
by Nick Gilder/James Mcculloch
søndag 16. november 2008
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