Tick tock tick tock, The relentless ticking of the clock, Click, click, click, click,** The second hand groans on every tick.
The empty room, the sounds of silence, The buildings creaks, a melodic violence, Alone, deserted, remorseless gloom, It feels as if I’m in a tomb.
The doors are open, the lights are on, But people visiting, alas there’s none, No sound of banter, no sound of laughter, Simple company is all I’m after.