Mumm-Ra - Clocks Tick Louder In The Dead Of Night lyrics
rate meI made my way to New York city
To draw the routes of my self pity
It's like I'm in my favourite film
It's just a minor part but still
It's like it's ...
It's like it's ...
It's like it's ...
It's like it's not quite real
I pay the guy who can't work out
What to tell the girl and how
And in the end and turn and say
Of how I wish there was another way
I wish I'd never come
I wish I'd not become
Another love-sick kid or broken ...
I run the cliches through for real
I'll hold you in my arms until
I have to leave for my Bexhill
To document the way I feel
It's like it's ...
It's like it's ...
It's like it's ...
It's like it's not quite real
And though it was some time ago
It's only fair that I should let you know
That burst my heart and break the lines
But I'm a man who tends to run and hide
I wish I'd never come
I wish I'd not become
Another love-sick kid or broken ...
