Lying in my bed, I hearnThe clock tick and think of younCaught up in circlesnConfusion is nothing newnnFlashback to warm nightsnAlmost left behindnA suitcase of memoriesnTime afternnSometimes you picture menI'm walking too far aheadnYou're calling out to menI can't hear what you've saidnnYou say,Go slow I fall behindnThe second hand unwindsnnIf you're lost, you can look and you will find menTime after timenIf you fall, I will catch you, I will be waitingnTime after timennAfter my picture fadesnAnd darkness has turned to graynWatching through windowsnYou're wondering if I'm okaynSecrets stolen, from deep insidenThe drum beats out of timennYou say, Go slow I fall behindnThe second hand unwindsnnTime after timenTime after timenTime after timenTime after time