Clocks Songtext
von Bertie Blackman

Sold is the word I call on the street as I pass
And trip and fall on my knees
What goes on
I don′t know but I'm looking up sideways
And down in the dark in the evening light

And the sounds are haunting you, haunting you
And the hours are haunting me, haunting me
I don′t know if I'll fade
But the clocks tick away


Cold as I yell
I yell for my heart to return
Even through, even through the space
Stuck in time, out of time
Out of lines your face it won't move
And your life is so comfortable in the same shoes

And the sounds are haunting you, haunting you
And the hours are haunting me, haunting me
I don′t know if I′ll fade
But the clocks tick away