Calendars and Clocks - Acoustic

One, two, three, four

Pretty pendant, descendant of joy
Return the father to the boy
Resent your past, repent at last
We are only lines on a map

Calendars oh, and clocks
Oh, and hickory docks

Find a feeling that feels okay
Find another to blow it away
Who are you? And who am I?
Please, don't ask me, I'll break down and cry

Calendars, oh, and clocks
Oh, and hickory docks

Nothing more
Than the seashells on the sea shore
Nothing more
Than the church bell that rings no more

Nothing more
Than the scenes behind a closed door
Nothing more
Than the rich, the penniless, poor
Nothing more
No, nothing more

Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah

Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah

Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah
And tick tock



Credits
Writer(s): James Skelly, Nicholas Power
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