Clock Face

Stampa   |   Correggere

I was miles away
Thinking about something yesterday
Something I'm doing more each day
All the time
Is it a message
Is it a sign
Is it the time to draw a line
How do I know
It doesn't feel natural
Feels too slow

If I don't know then who else will
It's getting to the point it makes me I'll
And I don't know if I can turn a page
Yeah

It feels so wrong the pressures on
I can't ignore it any longer
I turn my clock to face against the wall
This'll be a phase that's all

Only my expectant eyes
Looking for diamonds in the skies
The only one looking for this prize
White in a sea of black
I'm gonna go I wont come back

I spike myself I kick and scream
I drag my feet
I won't come clean
I check my weight and fall upon the page
Yeah

It feels so wrong the pressures on
I can't ignore it any longer
I turn my clock to face against the wall
This'll be a phase that's all
I drag my feet
I check my weight
I turn my clock to face against the wall

Oh, if I don't hear then I ask you
But everybody's singing the same old tune
I dig my heels
I will not learn the words
Oh yeah

It feels so wrong the pressures on
I can't ignore it any longer
I turn my clock to face against the wall
This'll be a phase that's all






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