When the local population starts to worry about your mood Starts to wonder why the clouds are in your eyes You can tell them that it's the flowers or the cinder in the air but don't let on what's under your disguise
Hey
I can't reveal what's inside or behind me and thoughts that are real I can't feel They won't find me
Hey
Put the clock back on the wall! I've been away where the night meets the morning Flashes of gray bring the day and it's warning me.
Hey
Put the clock black on the wall!
When the local populations starts to act a little strange.
Starts to make you giggle to yourself inside, and he'll ask you why you're laughing as he laughs along with you, you don't know but you both laughed so hard you cried,