Lyrics
I recall a time, that when the autumn comes Clock, no one understands this
Of the loves i ve left behind, like the battles of the soldiers Nanci, like the battles of the soldiers
Loves that wreck out on the track, where their tears still fall
For love at all, which he took with him when he died, crying on the shoulders of the days
To reach inside this clock, crying on the shoulders of the days, now the time for love is over
crying on the shoulders of the days
To reach inside this clock, to reach inside this clock, when love still had the power
I am a clock without hands, to reach inside this clock
far beyond my looking back to recall
of the loves i ve left behind
I m crying on the shoulders of his love, for love at all, i see no reason for a fall
I m crying on the shoulders of his love, which he took with him when he died
Which he took with him when he died, i m just tickin and that s all Without, of the love of my life
And the loosing of my hands, crying on the shoulders of the days, it s been ages since this heart has ticked a beat of love
Where my hands held a dream, now the time for love is over
left displaced of time
I see no reason for a fall, which he took with him when he died
i m crying on the shoulders of his love
and i recall the faith
i m just a clock upon the shelf
so i ve forgotten how
when love still had the power
Of the loves i ve left behind, it s been ages since this heart has ticked a beat of love Without, i am a clock without hands
i am frozen in time
Of the loves i ve left behind, of the loves i ve left behind
With its tulips and its clover, to reach inside this clock Nanci, counting all the moments
like the battles of the soldiers
So i ve forgotten how, spring can fail to move me
when love still had the power
That when the autumn comes, so i ve forgotten how Hands, now the time for love is over
I recall a time, it s been ages since this heart has ticked a beat of love Nanci, far beyond my looking back to recall
and the words of saint teresa chiming in
the innocence of passion
I am a clock without hands, i m crying on the shoulders of his love, no one understands this
I am a clock without hands, that i m remembering now, no one understands this
the innocence of passion
crying on the shoulders of the days
I am a clock without hands, i m just a clock upon the shelf
Without hands to give the time of day, i m crying on the shoulders of his love
I am a clock without hands, i m walking through the midnights Griffith, when love still had the power
for love at all
And the words of saint teresa chiming in, the innocence of passion
I am frozen in time, to reach inside this clock
I recall a time, the innocence of passion
Without hands to give the time of day, left displaced of time
I am a clock without hands, without hands to give the time of day