Paroles de A.W.O.L.

Hattie lives up in the attic now Her feet rarely touching the ground Haunted by waltzes with Harry Harry's hat hanging here in the hall Memory's fading for Hattie now There's nothing and no one to trust Just the tick and the tock of the damnable clock As the world that she knows turns to dust Hattie stays up in her attic now In silence, except for the sound Of the tick and the tock of the damnable clock While the world that she knows disappears Thinking in riddles Waving to trains Waving to trains that no longer run Thinking in riddles And waving to trains Waving to trains that no longer run