Everytime
those doors blow open
and I feel that restless ocean.
And I’m here without my clothes on exposed to the world.
I was open to persuasion on a number of occasions.
It was a simple situation of loneliness and desire.
From the moment that you listened.
Then you noticed something’s missing.
You can make a good decision and you know it won’t be wrong.
I was kicking. I was screaming.
I was hoping. I was dreaming.
But my life had lost its meaning.
But the living must go on.
Turn back the clock `cos I’m in your hands.
Turn back the clock. I think you understand.
Turn back the clock. I want you to come home.
Sooner or later my princess will come.
Sooner or later my princess will come.
Turn back the clock `cos I’m in your hands.
Turn back the clock. I think you understand.
Turn back the clock. I want you to come home.
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