The second hand of the old clock
Moves with a lack of grace
It ticks and ticks with every moment passed
But in my mind these noises have no place
Because whether it's the clock
Or a foot tapping on a chair
Teeth chattering together
Or the clicking of a pen
I cannot take
So I'll ask you please do not move
The room is already spinning
Cause in my head it ticks and ticks
Even when the sound is no longer there
Because whether it's the clock
Or a foot tapping on a chair
Teeth chattering together
Or the clicking of a pen
I cannot take
Because whether it's the clock
Or a foot tapping on a chair
Teeth chattering together
Or the clicking of a pen
I cannot take