Clockwork

Take your keys out your pocket
And turn off your phone
Untie both your shoe laces
Make yourself at home
We swam inside a wormhole
We've been here for days
Planets collide around us
Don't know if we're coming back again

All our feeble dreams
Dripping off the screen
We wait for their next broadcast
Where are the iconoclasts
All our feeble dreams
Dripping off the screen
We wait for their next broadcast
Where are the iconoclasts

Too tired to plan
Asleep on quicksand
The hunter and prey
Safe on Saturday
The palm of their hand
Necks out for their brand
They know we're unwell
We'll see them in hell



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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