Hands Of Time

The clock bleeds us dry
And I know, we are all terminal

And now, we stand at the end
The clocks hands are broken
Their all stuck on twelve
Right here, we can begin again

Right here, we can begin again

For all that matters
We can all vanish without a trace
The clock is bleeding away
It's too late, we can't be saved
No, we can't be saved

And now, we stand at the end
The clocks hands are broken
They're all stuck on twelve
No, we can't begin again, again

Can we vanish without a trace?

There's no turning back
The hands of time
I can't accept the fact
That I was so wrong

I can hear your screams
Their destroying me
They plague me in my dreams

There's no redemption in any of these songs
Just a broken boy finding his way back home

We bleed, we bleed, we bleed

And now, we stand at the end
We stare at the broken hands
Their all stuck on twelve
I was wrong, we can't begin again

Right here, we can't begin again

There's no redemption for the time we have lost
We'll carry the broken hearts, finding their ways back home