Seven Wonders - Nickel Creek
When shadows fall he'll close his eyes to hear the clocks unwind, powerless to leash the hands of time.
Kingdoms fall the Earth revolves rain will come this spring, and nothing he can say would change a thing.
Seven wonders crowed the man, knowing six were gone, and how the great illusion lingers on.
He can't enfold the sun or moon the wind within his hands, but count the times he'll shout the great I am. When all the while a pontiff smile veiling his disgrace at never owning more than second place
Seven wonders crowed the man knowing six are gone, and how the great illusion lingers on.