Time runs out
When the clocks not wound
Another lament she sighs to clear the airways
The sun will rise
To undisguise
Camouflaged confessions they're written the hard way
Undefined
Awake this time awake and dreaming
Still we climb
Up against a fake glass ceiling
We'll never find the diamond hidden in the coal until
We take a chance and go for broke
Small hand lies
As the bigger one flies
Into the face of all our plans and predictions
The day seems near
A vision appears
Honourable mention to a new addiction
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Lyrics submitted by Conor Brandt.
Enjoy the lyrics !!!