You’re not listening now To the things I ask of you We exist in peace But peace is more than the absence of war And we are at war The machine runs The clock ticks on and on (tick-tock, tick-tock) Fading far away Time is wearing thin Within this frame No longer what it was An echo of the pain We battle for my mind To see who’s left behind Are you invisible and thin? Or ever-present, felt within? Like the ticking of a clock, too loud You are not me And I am not yours The love has long since left this room You follow your path I draw my line (this is my line) But tell me the truth When all we know is pain The machine runs The clock ticks on and on (tick-tock, tick-tock) Fading far away Time is wearing thin Within this frame No longer what it was An echo of the pain The clock ticks on The years pass by Do I keep my own rhythm Or does life rush by
