Clock

This is a clock that never stops striking
The hour is now
Here is the lightening
I am a flower barely just opening
You have the power
You have the power to make me shine
Like a light that is burning forever in time
And i’m riding on
Though this head full of hecklers might tell me i’m wrong...
This is a drug that always needs taking
There is a bed that always needs making
And here is an earth that never stops quaking
You have the power
You have the power to make me shine
Like a light that is burning forever in time
And i’m riding on
Though these head full of hecklers might tell me i’m wrong...
This is a wound that never stops bleeding
There is a book that’s open for reading
It tells of an ego that always needs feeding
You have the power
You have the power to make me shine / like a light that is burning forever in time /
And i’m riding on
Though these head full of hecklers might tell me i’m wrong...