Clock's a racer in its lane
Fading glare on windowpane
Voices whisper dusk to dawn
Where did all the years go wrong
Empty bottles on the shelf
Talking shadows to myself
Flicker screens with endless chains
Tugging madly at my veins
Silent cries in the night
Dreams that slip out of sight
Heartbeats echo hollow tones
Lost in seas of rolling stones
Quiet sighs in twilight hours
Wilting hope like winter flowers
Lines get deeper with each tear
Longing for the yesteryear
Bitter taste of old design
Forgotten edges sharp with time
Chasing phantoms in the dark
Trailing sparks that miss the mark
Silent cries in the night
Dreams that slip out of sight
Heartbeats echo hollow tones
Lost in seas of rolling stones