Clocking
The Sky's divided into two,
it's what you see and what you don't
Lost tracks, distractions,
Livin' like it were plastic while
our soul's elastic and bare
We see what we see
and think without thinking
we know what we're knowing
Still rollin' with the same notion
That all is divine - it's misleading
these things that we see, what we see
what we see
These are the sounds of the hourglass
that melt away as time passes
the shadows change their places
in their solar slow motion rotation
wasting all this emotion
on everything but local commotion
This is the sound of the clock
A silent ticking that's catchin' up
when you're not lookin'
it's the cast of a spell
Where did it all go?
Down the hallways of delays and echoes
Through this space we chase what tocks
and we're hypnotised,
left unconscious of our own clocks
We'll feel this wait when all is done
Then conscience hits and all is gone
Oh this clock blinds you,
It's what you see and what you don't
you can't tell the difference
between our plastic and the elastic soul that's there
This is the sound of the clock
A silent ticking that's catchin' up
knowing you're not lookin'
it's the cast of a spell
Where did it all go?
Down the hallways of delays and echoes
Through this space we chase what tocks
and we're hypnotised,
left unconscious of our own clocks
We'll feel this wait when all is done
Then conscience hits and all is gone
These are the sounds of the hourglass
that melt away as time passes
the shadows change their places
in their solar slow motion rotation
wasting all this emotion
on everything but local commotion
it's what you see and what you don't
Lost tracks, distractions,
Livin' like it were plastic while
our soul's elastic and bare
We see what we see
and think without thinking
we know what we're knowing
Still rollin' with the same notion
That all is divine - it's misleading
these things that we see, what we see
what we see
These are the sounds of the hourglass
that melt away as time passes
the shadows change their places
in their solar slow motion rotation
wasting all this emotion
on everything but local commotion
This is the sound of the clock
A silent ticking that's catchin' up
when you're not lookin'
it's the cast of a spell
Where did it all go?
Down the hallways of delays and echoes
Through this space we chase what tocks
and we're hypnotised,
left unconscious of our own clocks
We'll feel this wait when all is done
Then conscience hits and all is gone
Oh this clock blinds you,
It's what you see and what you don't
you can't tell the difference
between our plastic and the elastic soul that's there
This is the sound of the clock
A silent ticking that's catchin' up
knowing you're not lookin'
it's the cast of a spell
Where did it all go?
Down the hallways of delays and echoes
Through this space we chase what tocks
and we're hypnotised,
left unconscious of our own clocks
We'll feel this wait when all is done
Then conscience hits and all is gone
These are the sounds of the hourglass
that melt away as time passes
the shadows change their places
in their solar slow motion rotation
wasting all this emotion
on everything but local commotion
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Jackson, Guillermo De Llera Blanes, Jorge Felizardo, Mikas Ventura, Mark Cain
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