My heart is a clock
And it measures time
By how many heartbeats it has beat since you left
It counts the minutes till you return
But I’m afraid that when the poor thing realizes you’re not coming back
Time will stop
As will my heart
My heart is a clock
And it measures time
By how many heartbeats it has beat since you left
It counts the minutes till you return
But I’m afraid that when the poor thing realizes you’re not coming back
Time will stop
As will my heart