Comforting sounds on your skin
The colour of within, the corner of the senses
Comforting sounds of the simulation overdrive
Pretending you're alive while
Comforting sounds of the waves
Creating floods in the thought graves
Comforting sounds, wondering how
As the ticking stops, the enquiry
Will the final second be the Holocene
As the ticking stops and the colour ends
The enquiry (and the echo)
Will the final second be the Holocene
Inside the white scene
I left it running
But the honesty was killing me
We Never Learned To Live - The Clocks Lyrics
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Comforting sounds on your skin
The colour of within, the corner of the senses
Comforting sounds of the simulation overdrive
Pretending you're alive while
Comforting sounds of the waves
Creating floods in the thought graves
Comforting sounds, wondering how
As the ticking stops, the enquiry
Will the final second be the Holocene
As the ticking stops and the colour ends
The enquiry (and the echo)
Will the final second be the Holocene
Inside the white scene
I left it running
But the honesty was killing me
The colour of within, the corner of the senses
Comforting sounds of the simulation overdrive
Pretending you're alive while
Comforting sounds of the waves
Creating floods in the thought graves
Comforting sounds, wondering how
As the ticking stops, the enquiry
Will the final second be the Holocene
As the ticking stops and the colour ends
The enquiry (and the echo)
Will the final second be the Holocene
Inside the white scene
I left it running
But the honesty was killing me
Writer: Séan Mahon, Mark Portnoi, Gary Marsden, David Kane, Brett Houslop
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Performed By: We Never Learned To Live
Length: 5:06
Written by: Séan Mahon, Mark Portnoi, Gary Marsden, David Kane, Brett Houslop