Clockwork

Carpeted floors, brand new
To build a room in the middle of a
Small town, that you never knew
With gray-hounds crossing through
Found a way back out
Of the mess made
Not too long ago
The parents who fought all night
So the family could stay afloat
Ohhhh... Ohh
Clockwork
Sat at the furthest bench
Fell four feet in a dust pit
No one around, to save her now
Except the ant hill on the ground!
Ghost stories told around
The summer campfire
Would become reality when the little girl
Would open her eyes
At night
Clockwork
Clockwork
Clockwork



Credits
Writer(s): Tahlia Amanson
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