The timing all feels off,
I'm sick and tired of counting down the hours
As the stopwatch races us around these halls.
Surrounded by mirrors, I'm struggling and straining
To recognise my own skin.

Now the second hand is forcing us around in circles,
Running round in hope of finding something new.
I've wasted so much time chasing these days.

Now I'm lost in this room,
Don't you just feel suffocated now,
As the stopwatch races us around these halls?
I stand here every day, I'm struggling and straining
To recognise my own skin.
When everyone around is speaking volumes in the silence...

None of this will stand the test of time.
When everyone around is speaking volumes in the silence.

Now the second hand forces us around in circles,
Running round in hope of finding something new.
I've wasted so much time chasing these days...
If only I could find some stable ground to climb these ladders,
Then I would put this clock back on the wall.
I've wasted so much time chasing these days.

None of this will stand the test of time.