The expenditure of moments
The hour, the moment, the day
All in one sale of recollected memories
Walking the avenues of the same city
The streets of the same story
The tic tac toc the makes it all seem finite
Reminding us of an end the comes
And goes too, or so I hear.
The end is nothing more but a chance
To rewrite the story
All in one sale of recollected memories
Walking the avenues of the same city
The streets of the same story
The tic tac toc the makes it all seem finite
Reminding us of an end the comes
And goes too, or so I hear.
The end is nothing more but a chance
To rewrite the story