The Passing of Time

The tick-tock of the clock is painful All plain and logical And I see our time has gotten stale The passing of time is like the passing of years like waiting for a faded love To spark back to life and vaporize those jaded tears you cry And here comes the passing of time so step up your game Dry those tears and destroy all fears The light has come and night has gone SO walk tall with your head held high When in doubt turn it inside out and grind it down To a beautiful oblivion To find faith in nothing So with the passing of time thats all out of rhyme It now seems we are all out of time