12:25 Songtext
von Quiet Commotion

Black dog rambling like a televangelist
But 12:25 is just a number to me
Preachers come home everyday to their family
And face whatever they′ve got scattered at home


But I learnt how to burn my hand
What I do is all that I am

The local priest is never seen outside of the church
He preaches of what he knows he'll never have

But I learnt how to burn my hand
What I do is all that I am
But I don′t know how to hold your hand
What I do is all that I have