Clocks - Michael Schulte

The lights go out and I can't be saved

Tides that I tried to swim against

Have brought me down upon my knees

Oh I beg, I beg and plead

Singing come out of things unsaid

Shoot an apple off my head

And a trouble that can't be named

A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singing—

You… are…

You… are…

Confusion that never stops

Closing walls and ticking clocks

Gonna come back and take you home

I could not stop that you now know

Singing come out upon my seas

Cursed missed opportunities

Am I a part of the cure?

Or am I part of the disease?

Singing—

You… are…

You… are…

You… are…

You… are…

You… are…

You… are…

And nothing else compares

And nothing else compares

And nothing else compares

You… are…

You… are…

(Home) Home

Where I wanted to go

(Home) Home

Where I wanted to go

(Home) Home (You…)

Where I wanted to go (Are…)

(Home) Home (You…)

Where I wanted to go (Are…)