The clock ticks slow, time drags on An endless loop of the daily grind The air hangs stale in this dim-lit room Contemplating while singing this tune My Books stack high but I've read them all Old stories remembered in this empty hall Philosophy fights with the mundane Even brilliance can feel insane Ohh, These boring days crawl like snails Through foggy skies and windless sails But in the stillness I might find A great idea to unbind The coffee’s hot the vinyl skips My restless thoughts are sinking ships Old bulb flickers on the windowpane A sleepy rhythm and a familiar refrain Yet in the silence ideas ignite A dream emerges from these quiet nights The dullest day can plant a seed Of something wild of something freed Ohh, These boring days crawl like snails Through foggy skies and windless sails But in the stillness I might find A great idea to unbind
