your eyes fixed on the cross like the one in your living room

when you come down the hill do you feel the longing still?

and the hands on the clock they don’t keep you up anymore

it’s not your time anyway, do you feel the longing still?

broken chain on your bicycle, that you should've fixed long ago

when you fell on the street, do you feel the stinging still?

all the time that you took drawing broken hearts in your books

could have been better spent because you feel that stinging still

hear the church bells / ring on Sunday

seven sorrows sound divine

you’ll be watching / from your window

golden teardrops are shimmering

float down from a dream

fixed your eyes on the cross like the one you had in your youth

and the passage of time hasn’t ever felt that still

hear the church bells / ring on Sunday

seven sorrows sound divine

you’ll be watching / from your window

golden teardrops are shimmering

float down from a dream