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
if you're lost you can look-and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you-I'll be waiting
time after time
after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows-you're wondering
if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time-
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