Oh so you're going away Again Oh so you're going away A guest in your cathedral Run our display back at the station over till I can't distinguish fabrication from words really spoken Try to turn your ideal into thought If possible at all I am a speaking clock I count on and wait for something but I do not know for what Under local I hear a noise, it reminds me of your voice But it cannot be your voice I lie before the altar No I'm not... No I'm not ready to go