The River Empires - The Marching Of Clocks lyrics

She sighs, breaching a birth that will send her ill Township sings of the swift apple blossom year To reach out swim toward some spinning bled in strange she moves too Up rise in bended light Dance the streets of gloom to sedate Cast our seeds Compa** tilts like a war over Coventry His wife stirs, orbiting up past the marble sea Brake two needles that bruise the veins Oar resounds that she moves Up rise in bended light Dance the streets of gloom to sedate Cast our seeds onto the rocks And pray our graves will welcome us