time consumes me and it won't set me free
it seems like all along everyone has just been faking
never can my waiting help me to see
the eyes that watch over in a blazing stare
captivate my premature ability to see what's right ahead
i can no longer tell if you're here or there
after all has been done, nothing more is said
so please help me out, explain the clock
the days are getting shorter as we await
the big hand sings tick and the little hand tock
the ultimatum is sure to come too late
