Clocks chime Attached to a spade Slowly ticking away Whist digging your grave I know In the fluid rush of speech You interrupt my daydream I know Mind misconstrued do I have to listen to you? You don't feel, you don't feel Out of phase You don't feel, you don't feel I don't feel in phase Welcome to my head It's a bit of a mess I lost the keys, have to pay rent In the fluid rush of speech You interrupt my daydream I know Mind misconstrued do I have to listen to you?