Don't Look Now

I hear the knocking of a clock

Look through the pages of my book

And realise I havent read one word there

Beneath the hills the sun has died

The day grows dark I rest inside

My room of ancient sleepless death

'Til I hear it

The cry that wakes me every ngiht

That numbs my ears and stops my sight

Dries the tears behind my eyes

A child cries

You watched me fade as you grew old

My dreams are ash and the fires are cold

Buried under the passing years

With all my hopes and all my fears

For a man has grow but the boy is dead

Who taps the window and shakes the bed

And clings so tightly round my neck

Reminding

I hear the knocking of a clock