The Clock Is Broken
The Clock is Broken
That clock on the wall in the West,
Broken and lonely collecting dust,
But don’t you worry darling;
Time still ticks away, ticks away
And see where the sun sets
And the moon rises,
Watch those tangled faces try to smile
And you’ll see time fall through a dark hole,
Into God knows where.
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