Budapest Clock Face
I was miles away
thinking about something yesterday
something I’m doing more each day
all the time
is it a message
is it a sign
is it the time to draw a line
how do I know
it doesn’t feel natural
feels too slow
if I don’t know then who else will
it’s getting to the point it makes me ill
and I don’t know if I can turn a page
yeah
It feels so wrong the pressures on
I can’t ignore it any longer
I turn my clock to face against the wall
This’ll be a phase that’s all
Only my expectant eyes
looking for diamonds in the skies
The only one looking for this prize
White in a sea of black
I’m gonna go I wont come back
I spike myself I kick and scream
I drag my feet
I won’t come clean
I check my weight and fall upon the page
yeah
It feels so wrong the pressures on
I can’t ignore it any longer
I turn my clock to face against the wall
This’ll be a phase that’s all
I drag my feet
I check my weight
I turn my clock to face against the wall
Oh, if I don’t hear then I ask you
but everybody’s singing the same old tune
I dig my heels
I will not learn the words
oh yeah
it feels so wrong the pressures on
I can’t ignore it any longer
I turn my clock to face against the wall
this’ll be a phase that’s all
