Nothing Changes But Clock Hands That Move Implacably From Twelve To One Lyrics & Chords By Méon

To talk with the imaginary you sunshine, we sit side by side You hesitate and move away our eyes meeting frequently are not free... To talk with the imaginary you ...read more

You are afraid, now to try, Away from the masses that you always despise. Don't you ever try to hold your self's above your own life? Don't you ever want to fly…? You always...read more