The distant clock just ticks away to the movement of the sun
I lay there in my bed to rot and from it I can't run
Hands fidget but my mind is blank enough it is undone
No word to find or think about so I can end this one
no end to boredom
The distant clock just ticks away to the movement of the sun
I lay there in my bed to rot and from it I can't run
Hands fidget but my mind is blank enough it is undone
No word to find or think about so I can end this one