Like a bottle of coke
Let me drink you with a straw
As your figure eight
Rest on my twelve O Clock

Tick Tock
Tick Tock
The talking Clock awaken my dying silence
As my twelve O' Clock rise in rigteous anger
Not knowing where to hang his anger

But here is the bed
Bright like the stars
As the lights light on
Please, put off the lights
As the bed get dark
Like a true beginning
Where we confess our sins
In moaning tongues

Even if you want it quick
As the third hand of the clock
Counting seconds like 1 2 3
He will not stay all day
Because like old age
His bones will get weak

If you like
Fake it like a false prophet
With a bell on his hand
You will still hear the sound of your own voice
As my twelve O'Clock move to Six O'clock