A monster used to chase me
Used to jump from the top of my stairs
I used to sit in the rain on the wet leaves
On top of the she'd roof (if my mother knew) The clock on the wall has a good time with my time
The brainstorming rainstorm is on it's way
The pale color of the door that's seen everything before
But just from only one side No warning, history rears it's ugly head
(Stepped on it's tail)
Still running from what I chase
The lesson learned has come so frail The clock has fallen and the cuckoo is calling
And the blackbirds congregate and shuffle their wings
I'm on the wire and they call me a liar
But this time I'm going to sing
Chorus:
No escape
Just how I feel
No escape
Just how I feel
No escape
Just how I feel
No escape
Just how I feel My textureless history I store
In a textured bag (it's painted real fine)
Your serious laughing, infectious clapping
Still a beat behind Let's get to the root of the matter I have no roots
No matter I'll grow my own
Quitting's easier and time is greasier
Slipping from the metronome
ChorusThe clock in the hall has a bad time with my time
Blackbirds congregate and shuffle their wings
I'm on the wire and they call me a liar
But this time I'm going to singChorus x2Yeah yeah yeah...
