Minute Land - We Shot The Moon

I’ve been pierced by the sword of Venus

And I’ve loved with a limp ever sense

There’s no bandages that fit

There’s no bandages for this

Times of silence they bring out my weakness

Floods of memories circle my head

Painting pictures right on me

Of a life I didn’t see

I’m running your race

Came in second place

I turn the minute hand

Pretend that nothing’s wrong

I turn the minute hand

To prove that life moves on

In a minute land that’s all and you’d be gone

I am down in the deepest of trenches

Mining for strength to believe

You’re a great thief stealing from me

Leaving black holes in my dreams

I’m running your race

Came in second place

I turn the minute hand

Pretend that nothing’s wrong

I turn the minute hand

To prove that life moves on

In a minute land that’s all and you’d be gone

In a minute land I wouldn’t be your pawn

You’ve really messed this up

When does it ever stop