From the outside my flat looks empty despite the electric glow Of television static blue light flicker from my windows Mr. Clock is just hanging around making that awful sound
Countdown to breakdown
There’s a sign hanging on my door, if you enter and you’ll turn to dust There’s no peace or harmony here, there’s no fucking love Mr. Clock is just hanging around making that awful sound
Countdown to breakdown
Somebody elses past on my wall in a picture frame I’ve found My life’s a dead end destiny but I’m stuck in here and now Mr. Clock is still hanging around, making that awful sound