When it dawns upon you know Your shadow's there with you it goes The race is on and it shows That you win to lose That you win to lose Ooooooo The hands of clocks are bleeding time Bloody verses, murdered rhymes With possessions you're defined Well that is our crime Well that is our crime Aaaaaaaa When it's time then you will know That winter snow it isn't cold When there's a hand for you to hold Now that is your gold Now that is your gold Oooooooo