The Weight Of A Rock
Some know the memory by what it is named
He has closed his eyes
He has given up hope
He is bound to the sky
On a tethered rope
He is the weight of a rock
He is the weight of a rock
And he wonders why
The frame of the clock comes scratching by.
Some say the clock is the memory framed
Some know the memory by what it is named
I am the weight of the rock
I am the frame of the clock (repeat 3)
He is the weight of a rock
And he wonders why (repeat 1)
Autor(es): Marnie Stern