Anne Clark Killing Time
Stumbling words and stuttering lips Make the sentence complete A death sentence complete Create hell our of hopelessness Confirm the failure of it all Falling and calling Falling and crawling A Stick in the ground scratches your name A scream in the darkness is searching Again and again Watching eyes wait for sadeness to rise True superstitions combine and thicken This poison that reaches my Soul This terror that blackens my Soul I must smile at your strategy And laugh at your plan And the execution of it all Like death itself love is rotting inside of me But there'll be no protection for you - you cannot hide me I am cold on a bed of ice But like seasons I know it will pass It will always return again though A Summer of love is a momentary and transient thing Winter will always return again.
