Tick-Tock, the clocks slows to a stop
For a moment the past comes come, time fly so fast
Seconds…Minutes…Hours…Days…Weeks…Months…Years, time has gone by so fast
You stand there without even knowing, time go’s by in a flash
One moment you alive, and next your cold as death
Time go’s by without a thought in mind, not stopping for anything
The hands move to number to number, as if saying the time is coming
For what, what are the hands of father time really saying
Should we be scared…happy…worry, what should the feeling be when clock go’s on and on
Time go’s by as we sit and wait, until we’re nothing but dust blowing in the wind