I hear the cracking of the band
Can you hear it too?
It follows me like birds from town to town
I feel the hollow ticking tock
Won't you come away
Into the ocean for a while?
And we'll float
Until we're tired
And let drift away
The fog of times gone by
I hear the cracking of the gun
Can you fear it too?
It hangs like a darkness in your eyes
I hear the dripping of the blood
I want to get away
Let go of my hold on passing time
And we'll float
Until we're tired
And let drift away
The fog of times gone by

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