I’ve got a loaded rifle in one hand,
Walking quickly onward to the place where you’re trembling in fear.
Tick-tock, the hands of a clock, tick-tock,
I’m simply running on impulse…
Tick-tock, the hands of a clock, tick-tock,
… and I show no sign of stopping.
I’m reaching out a frozen hand,
In a room without the warmth of a single body.
No one even knows the place,
I’ve holed myself up in.
Tick-tock, tick-tock; the hands of a clock,
At the edge of an ending and a beginning,
Tick-tock, tick-tock; the hands of a clock,
Everything became one.
Sealed off, I’ve been waiting,
For my despair to reach the point of laughter.
Sealed off, I’ve been waiting,
To be so blessed I could cry.
I’m reaching out a frozen hand,
In a room without the warmth of a single body.
No one even knows the place,
I’ve holed myself up in.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
My days of being fooled,
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Of being unable to move on,
Tick-tock, tick-tock; the hands of a clock,
Rose up as if ready to attack,
Tick-tock, tick-tock; the hands of a clock,
And all became one.
Sealed off, I’ve been waiting,
In a darkened room, all alone.
Sealed off, I’ve been waiting,
For the sound of that door being kicked open.
Sealed off, I’ve been waiting,
In a darkened room, all alone.
Sealed off, I’ve been waiting;
Now there’s nothing left for me to fear.
I picked up the loaded rifle,
Kicked the tightly-shut door open,
And the shots went off, blowing my old self away.
Goodnight, I’ll drink in all of my despair,
And start walking on as my new self.
So let’s meet up again tomorrow!
I’ve got a loaded rifle in one hand,
Walking quickly onward to the place where you’re trembling in fear.
Tick-tock, the hands of a clock, tick-tock,
I’m simply running on impulse…
Tick-tock, the hands of a clock, tick-tock,
… and I show no sign of stopping.
Tick-tock, tick-tock; the hands of a clock,
At the edge of an ending and a beginning,
Tick-tock, tick-tock; the hands of a clock,
Everything became one.
Sealed off, I’ve been waiting,
In a darkened room, all alone.
Sealed off, I’ve been waiting,
For the sound of that door being kicked open.
Sealed off, I’ve been waiting,
In a darkened room, all alone.
Sealed off, I’ve been waiting;
Now there’s nothing left for me to fear.
I picked up the loaded rifle,
Kicked the tightly-shut door open,
And the shots went off, blowing my old self away.
Goodnight, I’ll drink in all of my despair,
And start walking on as my new self.
So let’s meet up again tomorrow!