'Bandoned amongst the pines, as time flied, Realised what I got to do, Paper thin translucent skin, this place has wore me through, The clocks wept Tick tick tick tock Tick tick tick tock Faded fast, transpired at last that clarity just ain't me, Bonded on a road of thorns, to escape before transparency it whispered, Tick tick tick tock Tick tick tick tock Oh, bye bye bye bye to all i know, Oh, i need to find a place to grow, From the place amongst the pines, In search of a place to return my mind Tick tick tick tock Tick tick tick tock Tick tick tick tock Tick tick tick tock