In mancanza di voce

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 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

after my picture fades
and darkness has turned to gray
watching through windows--
you're wondering if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time--