Verse ere Morning comes and goes and i'm tangle in the throes in the stillness of my room and the bandage on my wound My heart becomes a bird she set free with just a word and now i'm wishing that i had never met her 40 hours and counting i could shut my eyes and sleep here People rushing by out the corner of my eye a kaleidoscope of bloom a mirror broke in two A thousand little stars and in a million little wars scattered out across the open desert 40 hours and counting i could shut my ey (guitaretab.com)
