Kenny Holland - Clocks

Crash and burn, I toss and turn up all night
First in line, but last to learn wrong and right
Cursed to find these words of mine with a mannequin mouth
Try to hold them back, but they still fall out
I feel a little closer, to some kind of sober
Back and forth, over and over now
I've been chasing clocks
To find the missing parts of me I've lost
A kind of castaway
Stuck on a carousel, and playing show and tell
So here's my farewell, is this heaven or is this hell
I guess the time will tell
One hand won't drop, can't stop the rollercoaster ride
I got one hand behind my back with two fingers tied
And I can't describe the way I'm feeling inside
But I'll keep wearing faces 'til I don't have to hide
I feel a little closer, to some kind of sober
Back and forth, over and over now
I've been chasing clocks
To find the missing parts of me I've lost
A kind of castaway
Stuck on a carousel, and playing show and tell
So here's my farewell, is this heaven or is this hell
I guess the time will tell
All the things I never knew
'Cause I borrowed time I barely used
In this twisted game for two
I pray the time will tell
That I've been chasing clocks
To find the missing parts of me I've lost
A kind of castaway
Stuck on a carousel, and playing show and tell
So here's my farewell, is this heaven or is this hell
I guess the time will tell

Written by:
Daniel Parker, Kenneth McCormick, Kenneth Mount, Zackary Odom

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