The Hour Hand

I wake up on Sunday morning and lift my eyes
My concrete bedroom floor, it seems to stretch for miles

Gather up my thoughts before I make a sound
Contemplate my coffee cup
You're not around

Oh and I'm not aching all the time
You're just stuck in my head
I weighed anchor years ago
And here I am instead
Hold me close and don't let go
Is what she said

Collections of photographic expressions of
The things I wanted to find with anyone

Gather up my thoughts before I make a sound
Contemplate my coffee cup
You're not around

Oh and I'm not aching all the time
You're just stuck in my head
I weighed anchor years ago
And here I am instead
Hold me close and don't let go
Is what she said
I did

You're the second hand
You're spinning around my head
I'm the hour hand
I can't move quite as fast

I'm not aching all the time
You're just stuck in my head
I weighed anchor years ago
And here I am instead
Hold me close and don't let go
Is what she said
I did



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Sennott
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