Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, and think of you
caught up in circles confusion-- is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights-- almost left behind
suitcases of memories, time after--
sometimes you picture me-- I'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me, I can't hear -- what you've said--
Then you say--go slow-- I fall behind--
the second hand unwinds
chorus:
if you're lost you can look--and you will find me (time after time)
if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting (time after time)
after my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray
watching through windows--you're wondering if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time--
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