The rain falls up off the street
The clocks turn back in retreat
Footsteps fall off of our feet
I can see the tears crawling up your cheek
It's turning back to pink
The slap got pulled right off of it
And we all fall back into bed again
A Sketch For Time's ArrowThe rain falls up off the street The clocks turn back in retreat Footsteps fall off of our feet I can see the tears crawling up your cheek It's turning back to pink The slap got pulled right off of it And we all fall back into bed again |