(K.J.Garside / C.Gray)
Ten planes falling from the sky,
The setting sun leaves no trace,
My name was written in the sky,
But now there is no trace.
Yesterday`s hymn serves me not,
Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
Shadow faces reaching for me,
Pretending they know what`s best for me,
But I know that I am their experiment,
I scare myself with paranoid talk.
Yesterday`s hymn serves me not,
Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
I try to keep the whispered words at bay,
For they seem to feed into the mire,
I`ve lost all ability to make any choices,
I`m teetering in purgatory.
Yesterday`s hymn serves me not,
Tick tock tick tock tick tock.