Clock hands moving fast (wersja 2)

Intro

Three a.m. sun up through the blinds

City's still asleep but I'm on my grind

Verse

Tape recorder caught the hum of the engine running

Windows cracked, cigarette smoke hanging, nothing done

Last night was the same thing, four hours later

Stuck in a rhythm that the clock refuses to start again

Chest against the wheel, one eye open wide

Barely holding on through the curve, almost lose my stride

Pre-Chorus

I don't know how much longer I can do this pace

Feet glued to the floor like it's the only place I own space

Chorus

Clock hands moving fast

City lights turning red and past

I'm chasing something that's already passed

Clock hands moving fast

Verse

Every streetlight a countdown, every siren a timer

Watch in my hand spinning round to numbers I never win her

Neon signs flickering like they're trying to reach me

Pulse racing like it knows the truth before I do see

Tire screech on the curb, brake lights on in a row

I'm trying to hold on but time keeps pulling me low

Pre-Chorus

I don't know how much longer I can do this pace

Feet glued to the floor like it's the only place I own space

Chorus

Clock hands moving fast

City lights turning red and past

I'm chasing something that's already passed

Clock hands moving fast

Bridge

Maybe it ain't about reaching, maybe it's just living in time

Let the clock keep spinning round while I catch up to what I left behind

Not a moment too soon, not a second too late

Just the hum of the engine and the sound of my own weight

Chorus

Clock hands moving fast

City lights turning red and past

I'm chasing something that's already passed

Clock hands moving fast