Tick to ck , I hear it in my b ones
The clock is e ating me alive
Round and round and round I go
Where I stop , nobody knows
I was born at 3 AM
The hand s were point ing up at God
I ' ve been counting every second
Since the second that I was
Tick to ck , I hear it in my bones
The clock is e ating me alive
Round and round and round I go
Where I stop , nobody knows
Yesterday i s a loop
To mor row is a loop too
I ' m the only thing that ' s mo ving
And I ' m not even moving through
Tick to ck , I hear it in my bones
The clock is e ating me alive
Round and round and round I go
Where I stop , nobody knows
Maybe time is not a line
Maybe it ' s a room with no do or
And I ' ve been knock ing so long
My hands are dust on the floor
Tick to ck , I hear it in my bones
The clock is e ating me alive
Round and round and round I go
Where I stop , no b o d y k no ws
