Clockwork
(Indisponível)
A monster used to chase me
used to jump from the top of my stairs
I used to sit in the rain on the wet leaves
On top of the shed roof (if my mother knew)
The clock on the wall has a good time with my time
The rainstorming brainstorm is on its way
The pale color of the door that's seen everything before
But just from only one side
No warning, history rears it's ugly head
(Stepped on it's tale)
Still running from what I chase
The lesson learned has come so frail
The clock has fallen and the cuckoo's calling
And the blackbirds congregate and shuffle their wings
I'm on the wire and they call me a liar
But this time I'm going to sing
Big words escapefakerapeescape
Just how I feel
My textureless history I store in a textured bag
(It's painted real fine)
Your serious laughing, infectious clapping
Still a beat behind
Let's get to the root of the matter I have no roots
No matter I'll grow my own
Quitting's easier time is greasier
Slipping from the metranome
Big words bad time
yeahyeahyaeh
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