Tears on your collarbone 2 (версия 2)

Verse

Pigeons land on the windowsill

Your neck has a small thin thrill

Four walls don't remember time

But your collarbone still looks fine

Pre-Chorus

Tell me what it's counting now

Is it hours or something lower?

Every minute feels like less

Of every memory we can't possess

Chorus

Tears on your collarbone

We never lost one second

Sun comes up, sun goes down

Same four beats we're stuck in the sound

Verse

Shadows stretch from our shoulders long

Coffee shop across the street is dark and still

Your eyes look back where the clock just was

Not a single hour's left to ask

Pre-Chorus

Tell me what it's counting now

Is it hours or something lower?

Every minute feels like less

Of every memory we can't possess

Chorus

Tears on your collarbone

We never lost one second

Sun comes up, sun goes down

Same four beats we're stuck in the sound