Clockwork – Carbon Leaf – letras

A monster used to chase meused to jump from the top of my stairsI used to sit in the rain on the wet leavesOn top of the shed roof (if my mother knew)The clock on the wall has a good time with my timeThe rainstorming brainstorm is on its wayThe pale color of the door that’s seen everything beforeBut just from only one sideNo warning, history rears it’s ugly head(Stepped on it’s tale)Still running from what I chaseThe lesson learned has come so frailThe clock has fallen and the cuckoo’s callingAnd the blackbirds congregate and shuffle their wingsI’m on the wire and they call me a liarBut this time I’m going to singBig words escapefakerapeescapeJust how I feelMy textureless history I store in a textured bag(It’s painted real fine)Your serious laughing, infectious clappingStill a beat behindLet’s get to the root of the matter I have no rootsNo matter I’ll grow my ownQuitting’s easier time is greasierSlipping from the metranomeBig words bad timeyeahyeahyaeh