On The Wall - Chromatics

Unlike the mole, I’m not in a hole

And I can’t see anyway

Just like a doll, I’m one foot tall

But dolls can’t see anyway

The frozen stare, the clothes and hair

These make me taste like a man

Tied to a door, chained to a floor

An hourglass grain of sand

Life in a sack

Is coming back

I’m like the clock

I’m like the clock

I’m like the clock

On the wall

On the wall

On the wall

On the wall

Swim in the sea, swim inside me

But you can’t swim far away

I never grew, covered up by you

And nothing grows anyway

Anyway

Anyway

Anyway

Life in a sack

Is coming back

I’m like the clock

I’m like the clock

I’m like the clock

On the wall

On the wall

On the wall

On the wall

Just like a doll, I’m one foot tall

But dolls can’t see anyway

The frozen stare, the clothes and hair

These make me taste like a man

Tied to a door, chained to a floor

An hourglass grain of sand

Life in a sack

Is coming back

I’m like the clock

I’m like the clock

I’m like the clock

On the wall

On the wall

On the wall

On the wall