Tick tock says the clock I might take a walk I have counted all the cracks In every single pane of glass Look outside beyond the wall All those trees growing tall
I turn and I am swallowed By this space that I have made Sinking through the tiles I have placed
Waking up to the moon's bright gaze Tick tock it could be too late Quickly don your twisted shape
Stepping lightly along the path Following shadows that cover the grass Why did I leave?
I close my eyes and listen to the whispering breeze...