Текст песни Clockwork

Your boundaries Would have you thinking in segments Does it hurt to pose the questions Segments of what? When you have pieces of something There must be a whole Of which the pieces The pieces are a part, and They say, "wait for such and such an event to happen," Call their bluff There is not much time left There is not enough time Left to be making These kind of predictions, ha There is no basis for These wordly hopes Are you happy where you are at? Keep telling yourself that, oh They say, "wait for such and such an event to happen," Call their bluff After all, the end is the beginning, my friend Oh, we exist in four... There are a million points of view And a billion conversations But there is only one end; It will end in one day There's one reason We live in three dimensions But we exist in four, not three, oh... We exist in four, not three, oh We exist in four, not three, oh We exist in four, not three, oh We exist in four, not three, oh So sit back And relax And grab a cocktail Oh, grab a cocktail Grab a drink