The Clock

Candles and tambourines shine in the dusk

Monkeys and Spoonful float through the musk

Why when you come here

Does the rainbow turn black?

Spitting and burning, the vision attacks

But then the clock turns and its now

and its you

Ghosts from the river beg to get in

Staining my windows with pictures of sin

Sometimes the night time steals all your light

Then in the morning the birds lift and fly

But then the clock turns and its now

and its you