I feel like I'm pounding on a big door No one can hear me knocking I feel like I'm falling flat to the floor No one can catch me from falling The hourglass has no more grains of sand My watched has stopped no more turning hands The crew have abandoned the ship The lights are on but no one is in
I feel like I'm calling on a telephone No one can hear the ringing I feel like I'm running up a steep hill No one can stop me from running The hourglass has no more grains of sand My watched has stopped no more turning hands The little hand shakes its fist The face is hanging out on a spring
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