Rome - Clocks Lyrics

Brown clocks hanging from an autumn sky
Will they grant me one more hour?
White wings, they shimmer and shine
She has brought me gifts

A string of pearls
Roses of red
Emeralds from the black waters
Of the southern sea
Knives of silver,
Knives of gold

The grey skies of today,
The iron mist of tomorrow
Worlds unravel
Passion and guilt