Lyrics

He walks through paths of glass and paths of steel
A stranger to his spinning wheel
He speaks a language time forgot
A soul adrift, yet tied in knots
He walks through paths of glass steel
A stranger to his spinning wheel
He speaks a language time forgot
A soul adrift, yet tied in knots
Out of time, out of place
A ghost in this nonsense race
He dreams to turn the hands back round
Out of time, out of place
A ghost in this nonsense race
He dreams to turn the hands back round
Out of time, out of place
A ghost in this nonsense race
He dreams to turn the hands back round
But knows the past can't be unbound
Out of time, out of place
A ghost in this nonsense race
He dreams to turn the hands back round
Out of time, out of place
A ghost in this nonsense race
He dreams to turn the hands back round
But knows the past can't be unbound
Written by: Don Gorda
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