Staring at yourself you see
What I meant to be
Eternity sounds so fine now
And the feelings
Our hollow eyes in hunger will swallow
And when the moon shines in the sky
Loom in perfectly sentimental tone
We’ll sing forever
And may be perfect
And may be the worst of our time
Five hundred days
Six hundred nights
Thousands millions of seconds you stayed
And we had become what we so much loved
Our time in an hourglass
Our feelings in a bottle
Our life in a choir’s book
The entire world will stop to see
It’ll seem all right when the choir starts to sing
And the bells in perfect synchrony
And may be perfect
And may be the worst of our time
Five hundred days
Six hundred nights
Thousands millions of seconds you stayed
And we had become what we so much loved
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