CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : In The Face Of A Clock, I See Our Reflection In The Glass

There’s a clock in an abandoned home
So which way does it turn
Which way does it turn
Oh my god
I want to watch it burn
Through everything we were

And I don’t think that this is right
So I’m looking for a cure
I’m looking for a cure
But oh my god
You think I would have learned
That everybody hurts
Why does everybody hurt
Oh my god
Why does everybody hurt
And they only seem to make it worse