The time stamp on my forehead doesn't have enough ink
It fades a little more with every thought that I think
Soak up the minutes that drip from the clock
Hush all the ticks before they start to tock
I woke up this morning with eyelids of lead
You pulled up the blankets to cover my head
I might be dreaming, or I might be dead
My heaven is fleeting, my history read
Setting a deadline, life clove you and me
But magic might happen if I cross the C
Nothing can last, but nothing is wrong
Don't fear the past before it comes along
I woke up this morning with eyelids of lead
You pulled up the blankets to cover my head
I might be dreaming, or I might be dead
My heaven is fleeting, my history read
Time isn't hiding, it's just hard to find
Ours are the hours that aren't defined
I woke up this morning with eyelids of lead
You pulled up the blankets to cover my head
I might be dreaming, or I might be dead
My heaven is fleeting, my history read
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