I pick up the two kicked clocks off the floor
The time keeper will soon walk through my door
Questions of my time he will try to explore
But anything I say would simply be ignored
Control of time is his key
That is why he will never dance with me
Hours fly as he clicks stumble..why
real life is what time is about
You never spend it wise
You cannot get your time back..wasted
So while you are gone I pick up your clocks and I place them on the planks I find myself pacing
I gave up your nervousness and found my own beat
So I swipe your clocks across the floor with my feet
I dance around them in a figure 8
I spend all day just dancing and exploring intimate
Your time will never dive into an emotion that is not anger or hate
Your life is almost over yet your children you have never explored
You waste your time..watching the clock, clicking the stumble
Missing this amazing dancing lady right in front of you
The time is over, your time is up
But still I will cook your dinner and fill your coffee cup
We will never kick it together..that time has past
But til I kick your *** out..kicking your clocks is a ******* blast!