The Hands On My Clock Stand Still

I see the sun up in the sky, yet I wait to greet the night
So the time goes trickling by, I'll never know the night
My senses will be done by my arm, yeah
And the hands on my clock stand still

In the bubble of the morning, I will not feel the breeze
And my mind goes floating andon the other lasting ease
I will see no pain, I'll feel no ill
When the hands on my clock stand still

The tide will-a flow, the wheel will make it turn
But no evolution will cause me concern
When nothing could ever seem so real
As the hands on my clock stand still

And I'm flying in a cloud so soft and sweet (Aah)
And visit the pride and wonders inside (Aah)
I will never see the dreadful rain
Or feel the thunder beneath my feet

So the rest of my world, ah, it's on its way
In the arms of my dream, I'll always want to stay
And my head with misty pictures will fill
As the hands on my clock stand still