Tick Tock...

Tick Tock Tick Tock
The needle turns round the clock
So shall every second pass
Until we're all out of gas

Tick Tock Tick Tock...
Time is one thing that we lack
And it's never coming back
Unless backwards we could walk

Tick Tock Tick Tock
This is it...We're out of luck
The clock's battery is dead
But that's that. Let's move ahead

Tick Tock Tick...


* Written out of boredom and so on... Don't mind the irony