The clock on the wall taunts me
Tick by tock
The lowly chime of every half hour
Passing by
AT THE HANDS NOW
I am subjected by my dancing men
The hands turn round
To tell the tale of my life
Tick tock, tick tock
Dance to the tick
Dance to the tock
They gossip about my daily rituals
As if there is nothing better to talk about
In the hallway I hear their chatter
Tick tock
Tick tock
Goes their voices all around me
They watch as they dance by
With every tick they turn
With every tock they talk
I am alone in my room
But I hear their chatter
Tick tock, tick tock
