Yesterday is up for auction
Souvenirs are in demand
In the rooms where rocking horses
Carried us on moonlit strands
Thunder crash and flash of lightening
Storms of metal raining down
Little hands that cradle ashes
Little eyelids heavy, head run aground

Will the cross and all its stations
Lead you where you want to go?
You say you want a revelation
Well, tell me something I don't know

Zero hour times are changing
Count the seconds one by one
Found a girl whose laughter turned me round
To face a brighter sun

Was it just hallucination sent the artist off the rails?
Searching for communication in the knife when all else failed

Zero hour tide is turning
Calmer waters from now on
Found a girl whose laughter turned me round
To face a brighter sun
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