Going in circles all day again,
The days string a ring of endless time.
Can’t even breathe or take a stand,
Clocks go around, an hour a chime.
Routines are the way they are,
What can stop the ticking clock?
Run away to a place that’s far,
Watching all those shooting stars.
On the edge I am teetering.
I’m on the edge of being free.
Free to see what you’ve come to be,
I think I see you in my dreams.
You’re in a pit of fiery seas,
Drowning in hell’s agony,
Wheezing a plea you cannot breathe.
Come to me, I’ll take you back.
Counter the clock and turn the dime,
Swimming back to the break in time.
Before I lost you, before you were mine.
And begin again – clockwise.