The Broken Clocks
Son Of The Dead Sun
4:20In the barn, I still hear their voices Quiet words that hurt and surface Broken memories that won't let go Shadows of time that want to grow The voices of the barn won't stop speaking Telling wounds that won't stop bleeding Secrets sleeping beneath the wood Souls searching for the last good Tired footsteps no one remembers Sad eyes that the wind still carries Dust hides what I don't want to see Whispers come, won't let me be The voices of the barn stay near Speak so soft, just for me to hear In every shadow, a faded pain In every voice, love remains