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 could 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, or wind within his hands
But count the times he'll shout the great I am
With 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

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Writer(s): DAVID PUCKETT, SEAN WATKINS