I can hear the tick tick tock
of the grandfather clock
as it stands against the wall
its counting down
and times almost out
but time as slowed to a crawl
slow as it may be
its still chasing me
and Ive given up running
from the first drop to the last
i try to forget my past
this end as been a long time coming
but I'm happy
my weary days
seem far away
so i close my eyes
and fall into a dream
drift off as my life comes apart at the seams
and its kind of ironic how something so unhappy, so bad
can be so peaceful and yet so sad
