failure

Sixpense None

The clock in the hall is louder now
I don?t know what to do about it
As I hear it make its metronomic rounds
There?s nothing I can do about it
With its constant tick, like the footsteps of someone approaching

I don?t want to meet
She?s a messenger with the message my journey is over
And I failed to make it

Time?s not my friend anymore
My dreams at night are stranger now
And I don?t know what to do about it
In every scene you?re taken away from me
And there?s nothing I can do about it

I am running from the footsteps of someone approaching
I don?t want to meet
She?s a messenger
With the message my journey is over
And I failed to make it
Time?s not my friend anymore