Mostly Autumn Pass The Clock Part 1
You pass the clock with golden hands,
The sun bright in your eyes,
The universe breathes out
A little sigh
The yellow flowers wash the age
From your smile
And deep inside a voice
Holds you tight
Stand behind the wind
And reach out your fingertips
You sever the chords that holds the weight
Of your heart
And as it falls the clock slips
From your hand
If all the love in the universe
Could carry you away
Away
