the clock, the clock
fills the gloom.
o my love
i have seen you
bending to my face
and exhorting me to follow,
bending to my face
i have seen you
o my love
and the clock
tick, tock -
in your trenchcoat
i have seen you in the bus
with your thumbs against my face
i have seen you in the bus
bending to my place
in a trench coat
o my love.
and from the clock, the clock
comes the hammering of bells, bells,
a shouting of great bells,
like a clapper in its throat
you are there
like an anvil in its throat
and you stick there and you choke
and the silence sings and croaks
in the gloom
o the clock, the clock, the clock
i would sing
but you are there
in my throat, in your coat,
bonging doom, from the clock
with your thumbs against my face
bonging doom, from the clock
in your coat, at my throat,
you are there, but
in the gloom
i would sing
o my love
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