Production: Noah Steinberg
Song Art: Kate Johansen

Lyrics:
The lights, the lights
Those hopeful eyes
Eating up the world around you

In lieu, in lieu
Of the distant view
And it's stubbornness in movement

And you're stuck again counting down a quarter past ten
With no desire but to feed your addiction
To loneliness

And it's on the rise, so it wouldn't be too wise
To forget your position
Of normalness

And with the second hand ticking by the hour
Your movements feel sluggish
And everything is tasting sour
You're falling into line, and given time
Everything will be
Clockwork

Explain, explain
What you gain
From wasting all the time you're given

To win, to win
Or to feel akin
To the people that have been

And you're stuck again counting down a quarter past ten
With no desire but to feed your addiction
To loneliness

And it's on the rise, so it wouldn't be too wise
To forget your position
Of normalness

And with the second hand ticking by the hour
Your movements feel sluggish
And everything is tasting sour
You're falling into line, and given time
Everything will be
Clockwork

And with the second hand ticking by the hour
Your movements feel sluggish
And everything is tasting sour
You're falling into line, and given time
Everything will be
Clockwork

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