Take your comfort in the clock as it's hands carve up the day,

into smaller building blocks, you can manage it that way.

Take comfort in the ticking as its hands caress each hour.

maybe soon you'll have some luck, as the end draws near.

The shadow falls between, turning everything to grey.

The pain is hard to bear at the closing of the day,

And so you sit and watch the end of May.

Count the numbers on the face now there's no time to keep,

in this lonely unloved place you hope she'll fall asleep.

Listen closely to the clock, take shelter in it's sound,

time has dealt you quite a knock but someone else has held
you down

The living time bomb ticks away and you fear you'll fall
apart,

as you endure another day and nurse your weary heart.

Take comfort in the clock, it's become your only friend,

the numbered face just stares right back and sees you to the
end.