I´m never gonna sing like Jeff Buckley, lol, but damn, for this song I´m going to practise and be better than I´ve been.
Lyrics
Time,
it flies through
grasping hands.
Finds an escape
from the prison
that is you.
From your temple,
your short-seen actions
it grew
and now
it breathes
it´s full potential.
Whispering
gets clearer
Light reveals
an abstract
shape
Like so often,
we're left with what could have been
A Blessing
within smooth violence
There´s more sympathy in defeat,
a promise you will adjust to.
Time,
it flies back to start,
open hands
Find (an) escape
from the prison
that was you.
