A clock with no face has no hands No hands to guide it To guide it through the night A clock with no face has no sense No sense of direction No sense of direction
Nonsense! Nonsense!
Are you a broken child? Do you have direction? Do you? Hmm? Do you have a hand To guide you through the night? Do you? Do you? Do you ride the carousel? Would you like to see the show? Would you like to get away from bittersweet Bittersweet
Smashing out the stained glass we could be all you want Smashing out the spyglass we could be all you want all you want
Are you a broken clock? Do you want a full revival? Do you want some kind of guarantee of your survival? Do you want a cigarette? We can take all that we see So much more than bottled beer and dirty magazines Are you a broken child? Do you have direction? Do you have a hand A hand to guide you through To guide you through the night Would you like to be taken in, my friend? Right this way to the egress, regret and loss of innocence
Smashing out the stained glass we could be all you want Smashing out the spyglass (don’t look too closely) we could be all you want all you want