You live inside a clock.
I feel your hands upon my face.
Choking on the after taste of time.
Should the ticking stop,
Just watch my heart disintegrate.
Into these fragments you've embedded in your mind.
Your light years away, but your still mine most every day.
Its such a wicked master of horology.
If I reach out my hand I just get buried in the sand.
I'm suffocating.
Could you spare the time to rescue me?
Hour after hour, I've been caught inside the days.
Its like some broken fascination.
I can't make it go away.
Hour after hour until the count is finally through.
More and more I guess what Pavlov's says is true.
That life gets lost inside of you.
Numbers on the wall prove that sky's about to fall.
But maybe persistence will melt it all away.
?Roll in my? pursuit of chronologic absolute.
But please tell me, could you simply count me out today.
Hey, hey.
Hour after hour, I get caught inside the days.
Its like some broken fascination.
I can't make it go away.
Hour after hour until the count is finally through.
More and more I guess what Pavlov's says is true.
That life gets lost inside of you.
I could believe in affirmation.
But what if there is no hope at all.
Hour after hour, I get caught inside the days.
Its like some broken fascination.
I can't make it go away.
Hour after hour until the count is finally through.
More and more I guess what Pavlov's says is true.
And I'm still counting.
Hour after hour, I've been caught inside the days.
Its like some broken fascination.
I can't make it go away.
Hour after hour until the count is finally through.
More and more I guess what Pavlov's says is true.
That life gets lost inside of you.
Lost inside of you.
I feel your hands upon my face.
Choking on the after taste of time.
Should the ticking stop,
Just watch my heart disintegrate.
Into these fragments you've embedded in your mind.
Your light years away, but your still mine most every day.
Its such a wicked master of horology.
If I reach out my hand I just get buried in the sand.
I'm suffocating.
Could you spare the time to rescue me?
Hour after hour, I've been caught inside the days.
Its like some broken fascination.
I can't make it go away.
Hour after hour until the count is finally through.
More and more I guess what Pavlov's says is true.
That life gets lost inside of you.
Numbers on the wall prove that sky's about to fall.
But maybe persistence will melt it all away.
?Roll in my? pursuit of chronologic absolute.
But please tell me, could you simply count me out today.
Hey, hey.
Hour after hour, I get caught inside the days.
Its like some broken fascination.
I can't make it go away.
Hour after hour until the count is finally through.
More and more I guess what Pavlov's says is true.
That life gets lost inside of you.
I could believe in affirmation.
But what if there is no hope at all.
Hour after hour, I get caught inside the days.
Its like some broken fascination.
I can't make it go away.
Hour after hour until the count is finally through.
More and more I guess what Pavlov's says is true.
And I'm still counting.
Hour after hour, I've been caught inside the days.
Its like some broken fascination.
I can't make it go away.
Hour after hour until the count is finally through.
More and more I guess what Pavlov's says is true.
That life gets lost inside of you.
Lost inside of you.