D D. CROW

The colours of sand are changing
Spreading like the minutes of time
The voices are fading into the night
And the sadness is stitching the sky

Shadows of permanent madness
Collecting tears by the well
And the mirrors on the wall
Reflecting tomorrow’s wishes

The clock is ticking my music
A story of dirty rain
On the corner of passion
A blind man is painting the sun

When the voices are screaming
The shadows are torn away
It’s the inside that is bleeding
Can’t hear the sound of the pain