The clock around your back is weeping, sadly like a rain of tear.
I`m sitting in the fire above your window, watching the ticking.
The queen and the king is standing without any cards.
Slowly the given hand lay down the guards before the setting sun.
& nobody feels the rain pouring down on their sheets.
The beauty and the beast laughs inside the museum & the guard turns
The page.

Oh why Sad eyes of the highlands did I not take your black wings around
My deserted streets & the clock around your back,
is weeping like a rain of tears.
Feeding the ballad in plain D & she acts like we never met.
I got the black crow blues all around my shoes, as I walking along the
boulevard. A foreign sun, it squints upon, a bed that never was mine.
.
The clock around your back is weeping, sadly like a rain of tear.
I`m sitting in the fire above your window, watching the ticking.
The queen and the king is standing without any cards.
Slowly the given hand lay down the guards before the setting sun.
& nobody feels the rain pouring down on their sheets.
The beauty and the beast laughs inside the museum & the guard turns
The page.

Oh the drum is beating like a flow, a flow of horses & it goes like…
Indians from another time: Arrows flying & the falling beauty beast is
bleeding.
They building a dream deep inside the desert, painting the signs.
And the holy bible has flown away.
My lady says.
-You gotta serve somebody.
While I’m falling throw.