Here lies that watch again…

Tick Tockin, tick tockin…

It runs where it lies layin…

Second by Second…

Minute by Minute…

Hour by Our…

Day by day…

Week by weak…

Month by month…

Year by yearn…

Those hands turn…

Surely there’s nothing you will miss.

Nothing like an un-missed kiss…

Recovered bliss…

No matter

The… Our Hand

The minute hand…

I’d still do anything for time to stand.