Clocks

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