Effigies (The)
The Eights
Once more I hear the calling
Once gone, forever falling
I walk two circles placed side by side
In the place I'm thrown in
All clocks, their hands frozen
I see the hourglass is on its side
Same steps, same mistakes
No change in time or place
I fly an eight pattern up in the sky
Everything suspended
Time and movement ended
All is black and there is no dawn
Slipping on a landslide
Holding back a landslide
Wondering if it's just the hand I've drawn
Crushed by all the weight
Staggering in figure eights
If I can't stand, so down I fall
From Letras Mania