I’ve been licking my wounds
And I can’t say I like the taste
But every broken clock is correct twice a day
And I am always so grateful
That the witnesses can’t see
The ugliness that the mirror reflects to me
It’s all dead flowers
On a fresh gravesite
I know I should have
A better answer for you than a shrug
But lately the stars feel like interrogation lamps
And I need to pull the plug
I’ve convinced myself that my feet deserve
The pavement of Chicago streets
I wonder how I can stand all this in a city with so many seats
It’s all dead flowers
On a fresh gravesite
I may eat my words, but I don’t have to swallow
I might drown in sweat that tastes like its hollow
credits
from Every Broken Clock,
released October 15, 2009
Nick DuFour-vocals, guitar
Gordon Smith-keyboards
Alex Glendening-guitar
Maria Nuccilli-drums
Written by Nick DuFour
Recorded by Gordon Smith
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