Put Me On The Finish Line

Ought to be the same type

Ought to be to my demise

Now I am oh-so very quiet

When all the clocks take their time

Put me on the finish line

Now I am oh-so very tired

You catch, I spin 'round again

You know

To give to sound again

Ought to be the same stop

Watch you face on the hands of my watch

Now I am oh-so very quiet

Seeing the world as tiny threads

Organised on the hem of my dress

To settle in an organised mess

You catch, I spin 'round again

You know I give to sound again

You catch, I spin 'round again

You know to give to sound again