Sold is the word I call on the street as I pass

And trip and fall on my knees

What goes on

I don’t know but I'm looking up sideways

And down in the dark in the evening light



And the sounds are haunting you, haunting you

And the hours are haunting me, haunting me

I don’t know if I’ll fade

But the clocks tick away



Cold as I yell

I yell for my heart to return

Even through, even through the space

Stuck in time, out of time

Out of lines your face it won’t move

And your life is so comfortable in the same shoes



And the sounds are haunting you, haunting you

And the hours are haunting me, haunting me

I don’t know if I’ll fade

But the clocks tick away