On the Wall

Unlike the mole I'm not in a hole And I can't see anyway Just like a doll I'm one feet tall But dolls can't see anyway This frozen stare The clothes and hair These make me taste like a man Tied to a door Chained to a floor An hour glass grain of sand Life in a sack Is coming back I'm like the clock I'm like the clock I'm like the clock on the wall On the wall On the wall Swim in the sea Swim inside me But you can't swim far away I never grew Covered up by you And nothing grows anyway Life in a sack is coming back I'm like the clock I'm like the clock I'm like the clock on the wall On the wall On the wall Wish you can, wish you can The way you're staring at me, babe Staring at me now I can try I can try I mustn't try (try) I mustn't try But you're making lie But you're making lie But assume we ain't talking Does it feel good?