Conscience

Wind's blowing in
 Into my window
 Sun setting low
 Melting on my Earth
 Crimson to night
 The moon's disappearing
 Fall off the Earth
 Into the sky
 Time lives adrift
 And hauntingly constant
 And I fear that I rest
 In the track of the clock's hands
 Breathless and tired
 Asleep on the cold ground
 Fighting my vice
 The future seems endless
 Time lives adrift
 And hauntingly constant
 And I fear that I rest
 In the track of the clock's hands
 Time lives adrift
 And hauntingly constant
 And I fear that I rest
 In the track of the clock's hands
 Wind's blowing in
 Into my window
 Fall off the Earth
 Into the sky
 Time lives adrift
 And hauntingly constant
 And I fear that I rest
 In the track of the clock's hands
 Time lives adrift
 And hauntingly constant
 And I fear that I rest
 In the track of the clock's hands
 The clock's hands
 The clock's hands
 The clock's hands