The face of time Is dead behind the eyes But it will heal it, I can feel it I lose myself My hopes and dreams will melt But the season is freezing Days turn to weeks The cold turns to heat The meaning drifts out of the words that I speak And clockwise I go I'm lost but it's fine 24 hours at a time 24 hours at a time Time brings regret Clock hands around my neck They're twisting, insisting 12 in black and white Moving through the night Perpetual motion Days turn to weeks The cold turns to heat The meaning drifts out of the words that I speak And clockwise I go I'm lost but it's fine 24 hours at a time 24 hours at a time Days turn to weeks The cold turns to heat Clockwise I go I'm lost but it's fine 24 hours at a time 24 hours at a time (Twisting, insisting)