Clockwork - Carbon Leaf

A monster used to chase me

Used to jump from the top of my stairs

I used to sit in the rain on the wet leaves

On top of the shed roof (if my mother knew)

The clock on the wall has a good time with my time

The rainstorming brainstorm is on its way

The pale color of the door that’s seen everything before

But just from only one side

No warning, history rears it’s ugly head

(Stepped on it’s tale)

Still running from what I chase

The lesson learned has come so frail

The clock has fallen and the cuckoo’s calling

And the blackbirds congregate and shuffle their wings

I’m on the wire and they call me a liar

But this time I’m going to sing

Big words escapefakerapeescape

Just how I feel

My textureless history I store in a textured bag

(It's painted real fine)

Your serious laughing, infectious clapping

Still a beat behind

Let’s get to the root of the matter I have no roots

No matter I’ll grow my own

Quitting’s easier time is greasier

Slipping from the metranome

Big words bad time

Yeahyeahyaeh