The Murder of My Sweet - Wheels of Time

Wheels of time

The wheels of time all set in motion
The will to fight across the oceans
Perfect love is when you don't have a choice
When the time comes asking for fools
But it doesn't matter as you lost your voice
There's a method to hanging this fruit

There a common goal
For this nation's soul
Even though It's come to an end
It's a derailed storm, like a train of thought
Created by a primitive owl
flee, fly, flo

The wheels of time broken in motion
The crimson rides high on emotions
As the sick man lays on a broken bed
As he's humming his favorite tune
Doesn't wanna to say who's the one to blame
There a method to measure the fools

Chorus

I leave the nest in your hands now
So If you crash it's your own fault

Chorus

Created by a primitive owl
Created by a primitive vow
flee, fly, flo

The wheels of time all set in motion

Written by:
Angelica Rylin, Daniel Flores

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