clock face

Budapest

I was miles away thinking about something yesterday,
Something I?m doing more each day, all the time.
Is it a message? Is it a sign? Is it the time to draw a line?
How do I know? But it doesn?t feel natural. Feels too slow.

If I don?t know then who else will?
It?s getting to the point it makes me ill
And I don?t know if I can turn a page.
It feels so wrong, the pressure?s on.
I can?t ignore it any longer,
I turn my clock to face against the wall.
Please be a phase that?s all.

Only my expectant eyes looking for diamonds in the skies.
The only one looking for this prize.
White in a see of black, I?m going to go and I won?t come back.

I spike myself, I kick and scream.
I drag my feet, I won?t come clean,
I dead my weight and fall upon the page.
It feels so wrong the pressure?s on.
I can?t ignore it any longer,
I turn my clock to face against the wall.
Please be a phase that?s all.

I drag my feet, I dead my weight,
I turn my clock to face against the wall.

If I don?t hear then I?ll assume,
That everybody?s singing the same old tune,
I dig my heals, I will not learn the words.
It feels so wrong the pressure?s on.
I can?t ignore it any longer.
I turn my clock to face against the wall.
Please be a phase that?s all.