Clocks
Songtekst van het album: The bluest of sounds
(“Das Glück ist dort wo ich nicht bin” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
You grow up in films and pages
Wait for your heart to bloom
But most love is kept in cages
And most hopes are led to ruin
Your beauty’s begrudged yet fading
The child that you were won’t sleep
The thieves of your years are raiding
The prizes you wanted to reap
Bridge:
Still you walk the boulevards
And drive round at night
But things don’t move where you are
If you’d only let go go, they just might
Chorus:
Tick Tock goes the clock
What you want’s not what you’ve got
Work, strife, here’s your life
Don’t you think you’ve had enough
Don’t look for truth with liars
Throw out the weight of posing fools
You don’t have to reach much higher
To get to your own set of rules