Oh ticking time, They know that there's trouble in line. Not much to do but look at their shoes and Wait for the moment of nothing or crime. Until then, it's a rumbling train With conversation strained in a heavy rain. Until then, it's a hundred thoughts Bottlenecked at the cross. Oh ticking time, Fanatic beliefs kill a man in his prime. Left on the floor, so they know what's in store. All they can see are the ominous signs. Until then, it's a rumbling train With conversation strained in a heavy rain. Until then, it's a hundred thoughts Bottlenecked at the cross. Soon, they'll know it soon. Keep hope in the room. Soon, they'll know it soon. Keep hope, keep hope, keep hope Until then, it's a rumbling train With conversation strained in a heavy rain. Until then, it's a hundred thoughts Bottlenecked at the cross.