Stuck inside a sunken leather chair
Thoughts of whiskey everywhere- forgive me
As sound of mind as a drunken weatherman
That holds his hands up in the air
And says it’s raining
I’m eager to recreate the place that I was in ,
And the feeling that it’s too late has not yet settled in
Frozen like photographs
But still, life’s an hourglass,
Can I reach past this in-between?
A once a future king of all the things I used be
Tasted just a touch of confidence
In late December, ’99- if briefly
Don’t know if it really made much sense
But nice to know there was a time it teased me
I’m letting the sunlight hit closed eyelids and fade red
Unsettling contrast to the shade that’s in my head
Thinking through a sullen, distant stare
Letting all the ticking clocks- Assist me
Wrapped up in the fear of “Buyer beware”
Things to say but not until I stop resisting
credits
from Clockwork,
released July 1, 2007
Tim Blane- Guitar, Vocals
Adam Olenn- Bass
James Williams- Drums
Daniel Clarke- Keys
Mark Goldenberg- Guitar
Chris Keup- Producer
Stewart Myers- Engineer and Mixer
Fred Kevorkian- Mastering