With every advance of the second hand* I'm dying, I'm dying I'm wasting away I stay at home because I don't work I'm dying, I'm dying I'm going to waste I can't build me up I can't build me up to the growing gap I can't run away I'm not tired enough to dive And I won't try I'm glad to be alive And each time I reach for a second chance I'm slipping, I'm slipping I'm wasting away If i don't move and i keep still I'm dying, i'm dying i'm going to waste