Clock to Stop

It's all good it's alright,

cut the strings to the kite send it flying.

Who's to say what this means

there's some truth in between

where we're lying.

Here's the happiness,

caving in on us.

And the clock on the wall

says it's quarter past going too well,

as you go round again.

Half way to heaven

do a 180 for hell.

What goes up comes down again,

falling stumbling crawling out of love.

Tell the clock on the wall to stop.

It's all good it's okay,

something new thrown away in confusion.

We both know what this means,

things come clear after the dreams and illusions.

here's the happiness caving in on us.

When the clock on the wall

says it's quarter past going too well,

as you go round again

Half way to heaven

you turn and head straight for hell

what goes up comes down again.

And it goes round again.