Town Clock


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Beckon


Tell me that clock is wrong

The birds are singing

But it’s definitely not my song

I feel backwards, misplaced

Somewhere I don’t belong

Please, please tell me that clock is wrong.

The sun, she beckons

But I pretend not to see

Why does she hold me hostage?

What does she want from me?

Why, oh why can she not see?

It is darkness my minds seeks

It is darkness I need.