Suicide Ocean

The clock died at a quarter to Midnight

frozen angels on my bedpost

tripping

over some senseless beggar

a simple case of mistaken face

my how nothing changes

different men in the same positions.

Time died at a quarter to Midnight

the scent of a ghost

fills the air

the clock on the wall

broke down to fall

my bleeding head

on the baseboard

my how nothing changes

different men in the same positions.

Just this side of Motel's End

at Suicide Ocean.