Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, and think of you
Caught up in circles confusion is nothing new
Flashback warm nights almost left behind
Suitcases of memories, time after
Sometimes you picture me
I’m walking too far ahead
You’re calling to me, I can’t hear
What you’ve said
Then you said go slow
I fall behind the second hand unwinds
Caught up in circles confusion is nothing newFlashback warm nights almost left behind
Suitcases of memories, time after
Sometimes you picture me
I’m walking too far ahead
You’re calling to me, I can’t hear
What you’ve said
Then you said go slow
I fall behind the second hand unwinds
