Текст песни The Disintegration Of The Persistence Of Memory

Do you remember when your eyes Used to catch my lies? Can you still remember when your eyes Used to catch my lies? (Ok) Now my hands are tied And I don't want to bow my head again Now my hands are tied No, I don't want to bow my head again! The clock is laughing at my face The clock is ticking in my veins Here I am, with nothing to lose (Again)