The Clock Has Stopped

Look for yourself, spin the wheel of fate Throw back your head, open up the gate Take back some ground, roll yourself a dream Walk across the sand, pick a favourite scene A metaphor of sense prevails when language and lyric fails The clock has stopped, the hands are done, since time began The clock has stopped Liberate the truth, in the vast infinity Climb the mountain steps, what exactly do you see? A metaphor of sense prevails when language and lyric fails The clock has stopped since time begun, the hands are done I is you and you is I, an undivided sea and sky The clock has stopped since time begun, the hands are done The clock has stopped The clock has stopped The clock has stopped The clock has stopped