The Clock

Life's slow, with those anniversaries of the time
You think, remember the time's you had outside
Still we know the clock will never show
The wearing and the tearing of the mind
Oh, dear thee whose mind I can't unsee
The flesh is not a bind that's hard to find
Sit down, mirror damned to see the image you shall see
Quick flash, quick dash, a picture's not a picture easily
Still we know the clock will never show
The wearing and the tearing of the mind
Oh, dear thee whose mind I can't unsee
The flesh is not a bind that's hard to find
Still we know the clock will never show
The wearing and the tearing of the mind
Oh, dear thee whose mind I can't unsee
The flesh is not a bind that's hard to find