Testo Clockwork

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 shed roof (if my mother knew) The clock on the wall has a good time with my time The rainstorming brainstorm is on its 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 tale) Still running from what I chase The lesson learned has come so frail The clock has fallen and the cuckoo's 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 Big words escapefakerapeescape 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 time is greasier Slipping from the metranome Big words bad time yeahyeahyaeh