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The clock on the wall stopped counting the hours,
You stood by the door with a handful of flowers,
If the clock turned back to the second you stayed,
I would trade all my silence for the words I delayed.
The floor was full and the band was grand,
You stood near the speaker with a rose in your hand,
I meant to cross the room and ask you to dance,
But the song ended fast and it swallowed the chance.
Last summer I saw your face on a wedding card,
I thought of the night when we stood in the yard,
I folded the note with the words never said,
And I tucked it in the drawer by the side of my bed.
The clock on the wall stopped counting the hours,
You stood by the door with a handful of flowers,
The words on my tongue were a storm overdue,
And the storm never came till we were through.
The clock on the wall stopped counting the hours,
You stood by the door with a handful of flowers,
If the clock turned back to the second you stayed,
I would trade all my silence for the words I delayed.
Last summer I saw your face on a wedding card,
I thought of the night when we stood in the yard,
I folded the note with the words never said,
And I tucked it in the drawer by the side of my bed.
The clock on the wall stopped counting the hours,
You stood by the door with a handful of flowers,
The words on my tongue were a storm overdue,
And the storm never came till we were through.
The clock on the wall stopped counting the hours,
You stood by the door with a handful of flowers,
If the clock turned back to the second you stayed,
I would trade all my silence for the words I delayed.
