Ticker Don't Tock - Bitter Ruin

I don’t think I can fly

But I, but I believe in you

I don’t spend what I lack

But I, but I believe that you’re coming back

Don’t fly much

Don’t try much, but I wait on you

Hard earn it

Don’t burn it, I don’t even ask

Oh ink your map

Ink your map

I don’t think I will break

But I can feel a malfunction

I’m Sturdy

Learned early, but these days I’m broke

Oh take my pound

No need for flesh to hold a hollow mould

When everybody says it should be beating like a drum well

My ticker ain’t tocking (ooh ooh)

I can’t believe you’re walking (ooh ooh)

It don’t sing

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba

No beating no

Da dum, da dum, da dum

It don’t sing

Da dum, da dum, da dum, no

I’m eating leaner cuts and meeting up with peers from the years gone by

To try’n' find

Love, Love, Love

Oh lace up your shoes

Messenger of many miles to walk before my brain accepts the news

But I’ve discovered my ears

And what they really like to do is hear a friendly voice

No need for

Drums that have a beating past

And suddenly the pulse is lost and stillness comes at zero cost and

My ticker ain’t tocking (ooh ooh)

I can’t believe you’re walking (ooh ooh)

Oh, come-by boy, come-by boy

You have been out 'thinking'

For too long boy, too long boy

You must be cold

Oh, come-by boy, come-by boy

You have been out 'thinking'

For too long boy, too long boy

You must be cold

Oh won’t you come home?

My ticker ain’t tocking (ooh ooh)

I can’t believe you’re walking (ooh ooh)