Текст песни Clocks

Faith leads treason By the hand They won't be late Days and seasons Come and go on dial-plate Patiently the clock keeps count Of the years we play it safe Welcome us and see us out From the cradle to the grave Counting out time, turning round Knowing no rivals or friends Quietly you watch our lives passing out Under your hands We must dig in Water wears out a stone Clocks are ticking Stealing minutes one by one Pulsing in time to my thoughts While I ask myself once more What for am I held afloat? Why do I live through it for? Counting out time, turning round Knowing no rivals or friends Quietly you watch our lives passing out Under your hands