Three thousand ticks the hands could go Three thousand ticks I would need. With booze and saturate brine combine No matter conceived by the mind could know No fact endowed by the human soul They say the night is young They say a lot of things But no matter the matter as a matter of fact Has never been clearer to me I know this for sure Time cannot define Yet age is definite in it all I know this for real The hart standing still Only I hold back time and tide Only I hold back time and tide.
ABOUTAGIRL
ZAB
My brain, my strings and my keys.
BMus Double Major
Songwriter (M)
Singer (M)
Pianist(m)
Guitarist (L)
Vision College, Hamilton, NZ LOVES
BrettCalebJoanneNick - Tutooooors and their bands DISCLAIMER
Everything in this blog is not to be taken literally sometimes.Thank you for reading and leave me a message. =)
