LYRIC

Don't you call any later (Aaaaah)
As the clock came and ate her

What are we running after? (Aaaaah)
Hear the clock's gentle laughter (Aaaaah)

Oooooh shine as you were
A ghost in a painted field

Ooooh Saturday Bride
Tell what you saw in the night

I saw God
In the skin of the fog

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