The Screaming Clock
George Davison
There's a place I go to hide between
The thoughts of where we are
Turning stone and watch it fall
Hold my tongue and see while others
View the scene of everyone
Eyes are closed but feel it all
I'm crying out
We're all just crying out
Turn it off
Hold the vision lock the doors
Burn the sails discard the ores
Where's the truth and where's the lies
Squeeze your hands together tight
Sit and stare into the light
As we're drifting with the tide
I'm crying out
We're all just crying out
Turn it off
I'm crying out
We're all just crying out
The mouth that's on the screaming clock
Will wake you when it's time
