Clocks

Nothing I could say, nothing I could do

Nowhere I could run, to get away from you

We break you up into little boxes, And stuff our lives inside

We have to sell them for nothing to live in your world, and when we run out we die.

Out of time…

Like a ghost you’re there, and like a thief you steal

The time of my life, crushed under your heel

The time of my life, its gone in the blink of an eye

The bad moments fester like an open wound, but the good times fly

I try to escape you, but nobody can

Have to embrace you, as you slide through my hand