Oh so you're going away
Again
Oh so you're going away
A guest in your cathedral
Run our display back at the station over till
I can't distinguish fabrication from words really spoken
Try to turn your ideal into thought
If possible at all
I am a speaking clock
I count on and wait for something but I do not know for what
Under local I hear a noise, it reminds me of your voice
But it cannot be your voice
I lie before the altar
No I'm not...
No I'm not ready to go
