Clock Face - Budapest

I was miles away

Thinking about something yesterday

Something I’m doing more each day

All the time

Is it a message

Is it a sign

Is it the time to draw a line

How do I know

It doesn’t feel natural

Feels too slow

If I don’t know then who else will

It’s getting to the point it makes me I’ll

And I don’t know if I can turn a page

Yeah

It feels so wrong the pressures on

I can’t ignore it any longer

I turn my clock to face against the wall

This’ll be a phase that’s all

Only my expectant eyes

Looking for diamonds in the skies

The only one looking for this prize

White in a sea of black

I’m gonna go I wont come back

I spike myself I kick and scream

I drag my feet

I won’t come clean

I check my weight and fall upon the page

Yeah

It feels so wrong the pressures on

I can’t ignore it any longer

I turn my clock to face against the wall

This’ll be a phase that’s all

I drag my feet

I check my weight

I turn my clock to face against the wall

Oh, if I don’t hear then I ask you

But everybody’s singing the same old tune

I dig my heels

I will not learn the words

Oh yeah

It feels so wrong the pressures on

I can’t ignore it any longer

I turn my clock to face against the wall

This’ll be a phase that’s all