When time is running out
Do you hear the ticking?
Maybe you don't; so bored are you
That you resort to pen-lid clicking
In a class full of students,
Can you hear the clock tick-tock?
It comes from our hearts
It enters without a knock
Can you hear the life fade from others?
Concentrate hard enough, and I think you can
Chance and fate will have their ways
They've already drawn up your lifetime plan
The louder it is, the longer you will live
Your inner clock hasn't wound down
The fainter it is, like little claw clicks,
And you haven't long until your one with the sound
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
When time is running out
Do you hear the ticking?
Maybe you don't; so bored are you
That you resort to pen-lid clicking
In a class full of students,
Can you hear the clock tick-tock?
It comes from our hearts
It enters without a knock
Can you hear the life fade from others?
Concentrate hard enough, and I think you can
Chance and fate will have their ways
They've already drawn up your lifetime plan
The louder it is, the longer you will live
Your inner clock hasn't wound down
The fainter it is, like little claw clicks,
And you haven't long until your one with the sound
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