We Shot The Moon - Minute Land

I've been pierced by the sword of Venus
And I've loved with a limp ever sense
There's no bandages that fit
There's no bandages for this
Times of silence they bring out my weakness
Floods of memories circle my head
Painting pictures right on me
Of a life I didn't see

I'm running your race
Came in second place
I turn the minute hand
Pretend that nothing's wrong
I turn the minute hand
To prove that life moves on
In a minute land that's all and you'd be gone

I am down in the deepest of trenches
Mining for strength to believe
You're a great thief stealing from me
Leaving black holes in my dreams

I'm running your race
Came in second place
I turn the minute hand
Pretend that nothing's wrong
I turn the minute hand
To prove that life moves on
In a minute land that's all and you'd be gone
In a minute land I wouldn't be your pawn

You've really messed this up
When does it ever stop