We brought in rhythm, not about to sing Insane and rhythm, worried 'bout a thing Guess that ain't right Whoa, baby, whoa Clocks running further, leaning on the night All the dirty singers, stealing from the light And that ain't wrong Run, baby, run We're further Out on the beat All the faded memories, we're floating now Invade the ceiling, rollin' on the wall I've been rung I've been torn Clocks running further, turning on the fear In front of daylight, holding on the beat I try to hide Nowhere to run Cross-town fade Write on the wall Clocks running further, leaving all the time Inside the rhythm, keeping on the rhyme As I been out Down for the count Cross-town fade Write on the wall