I’m walking down the dark sidewalk
With my hands in my pockets
Thinking about broken hearts,
Lonely lips, and empty lockets
My mouth is silent
But my heart and mind are screaming

There’s a house I know
Just down that windy road
Alone, shrouded in darkness
Among the trees, where no one goes
Her windows are shattered and broken
And her faucets all leak

Oh, the hands that carry time
Every minute, year, and day
You golden hands that carry time
Slowly ticking it away

Your fingertips stretching, reaching
To forever and beyond

So here I stand alone
The same everyday
So much on my mind
But nothing to say

Because my mind is prison
My thoughts trapped inside
Looked up from their birth
Until they slowly die

I watch the moon outside my window
As the waves gently caress the shore
The land stays stoic and unmoving
But still the waves come back for more

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Goes that old broken clock
Diminishing my life
To seconds and minutes of endless strife
Though I am still without my love
I must continue to the beat of