We talk about time, Does it exist? Or is it just a word that I can dismiss? There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) I try not to listen But it dictates everything little thing I do From when I'm waking up Until my day is through And I'm always hearing that life doesn't last long And that we better be get it all in before pass on Some people say that we came from an explosion That the door is closing we're only decomposing Rotting like the body of a barrel in a lost tomb Is that the end? Or is flesh and blood a costume? Cause other folks say life lasts forever That we're all lost sheep looking for the shepherd Thus (??) the question (???) Who's in control? And where do I fit into it? Is it all chance like the odds in Vegas? Or should we be on our knees praying God will save us? I take the rock of ages We struggle to define when... Time means nothing Time means nothing The end of time Time means nothing The end of time There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) What if We were the only specie And we all evolved from the ocean and the deep sea? Was it part of the plan to put a heart in a man? And the capability to build a heart with his hands? Are we drifting through space? Untied like the shoelace? Running a race with very few who place Hittin the hyperdrive hope we don't collide Going like a stone Time is on my side Imagine a place with no clicks from a clock Nowhere to jump off No cliffs and no rocks Feel the tour of gravity A hole or a cavity Now go and take control of you soul and your sanity It's easy to do Count to twenty by twos No need to book a flight look left look right You can see the showers from the meteorites No television screens and no media hype I'll climb Orion's belt and grab hold of his kilt And if my grip starts to slip I can yell for help Or I can just let go Who's with me? Let's go You gotta close your eyes and follow the echo Time means nothing The end of time Time means nothing The end of time There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) End of time
We talk about time, Does it exist? Or is it just a word that I can dismiss? There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) I try not to listen But it dictates everything little thing I do From when I'm waking up Until my day is through And I'm always hearing that life doesn't last long And that we better be get it all in before pass on Some people say that we came from an explosion That the door is closing we're only decomposing Rotting like the body of a barrel in a lost tomb Is that the end? Or is flesh and blood a costume? Cause other folks say life lasts forever That we're all lost sheep looking for the shepherd Thus (??) the question (???) Who's in control? And where do I fit into it? Is it all chance like the odds in Vegas? Or should we be on our knees praying God will save us? I take the rock of ages We struggle to define when... Time means nothing Time means nothing The end of time Time means nothing The end of time There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) What if We were the only specie And we all evolved from the ocean and the deep sea? Was it part of the plan to put a heart in a man? And the capability to build a heart with his hands? Are we drifting through space? Untied like the shoelace? Running a race with very few who place Hittin the hyperdrive hope we don't collide Going like a stone Time is on my side Imagine a place with no clicks from a clock Nowhere to jump off No cliffs and no rocks Feel the tour of gravity A hole or a cavity Now go and take control of you soul and your sanity It's easy to do Count to twenty by twos No need to book a flight look left look right You can see the showers from the meteorites No television screens and no media hype I'll climb Orion's belt and grab hold of his kilt And if my grip starts to slip I can yell for help Or I can just let go Who's with me? Let's go You gotta close your eyes and follow the echo Time means nothing The end of time Time means nothing The end of time There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) There's a clock on the wall and it won't stop ticking (ticking... ticking...) End of time
