Clocking

The Sky's divided into two,

it's what you see and what you don't

Lost tracks, distractions,

Livin' like it were plastic while

our soul's elastic and bare

We see what we see

and think without thinking

we know what we're knowing

Still rollin' with the same notion

That all is divine - it's misleading

these things that we see, what we see

what we see

These are the sounds of the hourglass

that melt away as time passes

the shadows change their places

in their solar slow motion rotation

wasting all this emotion

on everything but local commotion

This is the sound of the clock

A silent ticking that's catchin' up

when you're not lookin'

it's the cast of a spell

Where did it all go?

Down the hallways of delays and echoes

Through this space we chase what tocks

and we're hypnotised,

left unconscious of our own clocks

We'll feel this wait when all is done

Then conscience hits and all is gone

Oh this clock blinds you,

It's what you see and what you don't

you can't tell the difference

between our plastic and the elastic soul that's there

This is the sound of the clock

A silent ticking that's catchin' up

knowing you're not lookin'

it's the cast of a spell

Where did it all go?

Down the hallways of delays and echoes

Through this space we chase what tocks

and we're hypnotised,

left unconscious of our own clocks

We'll feel this wait when all is done

Then conscience hits and all is gone

These are the sounds of the hourglass

that melt away as time passes

the shadows change their places

in their solar slow motion rotation

wasting all this emotion

on everything but local commotion