Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, and think of you.
Caught up in circles confusion is nothing new.
Flashback warm nights Almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after…
Sometimes you picture me
I’m walking too far ahead
You’re calling to me, I can’t hear what you’ve said.
Then you say go slow I fall behind
The second hand unwinds…
After my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray.
Watching through windows you’re wondering if I’m O.K.
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
