I've been pierced by the sword of Venus And I've loved with a limp ever sense There's no bandages that fit There's no bandages for this Times of silence they bring out my weakness Floods of memories circle my head Painting pictures right on me Of a life I didn't see
I'm running your race Came in second place I turn the minute hand Pretend that nothing's wrong I turn the minute hand To prove that life moves on In a minute land that's all and you'd be gone
I am down in the deepest of trenches Mining for strength to believe You're a great thief stealing from me Leaving black holes in my dreams
I'm running your race Came in second place I turn the minute hand Pretend that nothing's wrong I turn the minute hand To prove that life moves on In a minute land that's all and you'd be gone In a minute land I wouldn't be your pawn
You've really messed this up When does it ever stop
