Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you...

Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new
Flashback, warm nights, almost left behind
Suitcase of memories, time after--

Sometimes you picture me, I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear what you've said
Then you say go slow, I fall behind
The second hand unwinds...

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