Blues Lounge Music, Whiskey Blues, блюз-рок, Музыка для завтрака Time Standing Still

I took the battery out of the kitchen clock
I put a heavy chair against the front door lock
I'm drawing a boundary that the world can't cross
I'm gathering my sanity and counting the loss
They say that time is money, but they got it all wrong
Time is just a measure of a sorrowful song
And tonight I refuse to tap my foot to the beat
I'm keeping my tired soul firmly in this seat
I'm making time stand still in this little room
Holding back the morning, holding back the doom
Let the hands on the dial forget how to spin
Tonight is the night that the quiet is gonna win
Yeah, tonight is the night that the quiet is gonna win
Breathe in the silence, hold it in your chest
This is the moment that you finally get to rest
No schedules to keep, no promises to break
Just the beautiful nothingness you get to make
I'm making time stand still in this little room
Holding back the morning, holding back the doom
Let the hands on the dial forget how to spin
Tonight is the night that the quiet is gonna win
Yeah, tonight is the night that the quiet is gonna win