The clock is an arsonist
The clock is an arsonist
The clock is an arsonist
The clock is an arsonist
I'm aching from the fire of time
And it burns
This life we have, it moves so slow
Then so fast
I look to right, I look to left
And it's gone
The second hand, the minute hand
Is it true?
The clock is an arsonist
The clock is an arsonist
The clock is an arsonist
The clock is an arsonist
I'm aching from the fire of time
And it burns
I speed up trying to catch a glimpse
I miss out
I have to dance, still have to dance
My way through
The second hand the minute hand
Is it true?
The clock is an arsonist
The clock is an arsonist
The clock is an arsonist
The clock is an arsonist
I'm aching from the fire of time
And it burns