Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you.
Caught up in circ - les, confu - sion is nothing new.
Flash back, warm nights, almost left behind.
Suitcase of memories...Time after...
Some times you picture me, I'm walk - ing too far ahead.
You're calling to me, I can't hear what you've said.
Then you say, Go slow, - I fall behind.
The second hand unwinds.
* If you're lost, you can look and you will find me time after time.
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time.
If you're lost, you can look and you will find me time after time.
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time.
Af - ter my picture fades and dark - ness has turned to grey,
Watch - ing through win - dows, you're wondering if I'm ok - ay.
Secrets stol - en from deep inside, The drum beats out of time.
( * )
You say, Go slow, I fall behind.
The second hand unwinds.
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