Letra de Clocking The Stop
The plant falls and smashes time
The watchman looks in mass confusion
The broom needles fall
The dirt spills
If only the answer
...the lie
...nothing
...I
Like the blood from an ant
That's lost into the grass
The door stays closed
But the sound's still heard
If only the answer
...the lie
...nothing
...I
Drawn and quartered
Will be my mind
Separation fails
As did the shelf
That once was me
As the sun leaves...again
I ask...
Will time pass itself?
Will time let it be?
Will time forgive?