Jesus Christ would you look at the time
Feeling I'm falling behind
An owl's tongue a fox's eye always there to remind
In every photograph I look mostly tired
Waiting because I'm never rid of this cough
Hesitating, maybe once was enough
A metal heart, a plastic lung, some pills to grease the cogs
Scraping these fingers raw for all the trouble they've caused
But every moment we thought nothing of
Becomes heaven enough
Jesus Christ would you look at the time
Feeling I'm falling behind
But every moment we thought nothing of
Becomes heaven enough