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, the rain will come this spring

And nothing he could say would change a thing

«Seven wonders» crowed the man, knowing six are 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

«Seven wonders» crowed the man, knowing six are gone

And how the great illusion lingers

Oh, the grand illusion lingers

While the sad confusion lingers on