The hands on the clock
Can抰 hold back the time.
Without the clock
There抯 no reason why.
We抮e sending messages,
Messages,
Messages,
Messages.
With hands held high
To the new sunrise,
With open arms
To the empty skies
Receiving messages,
Messages,
Messages,
Messages.
(from the rings of saturn.)
Messages,
Messages,
Messages,
Messages.
Through space and time
For a million years,
(from the rings of saturn)
Receiving messages.
Receiving messages,
Messages,
Messages,
Messages.
(from the rings of saturn.)
Messages,
Messages,
Messages,
Messages.
Messages,
Messages,
Messages,
Messages.
Typed by john manfreda
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