The old clock is still ticking now   Marks the space between us   Your memory enshrouds my heart   for I am held captive      Sometimes my soul desires   to take leave of this old world   To spread these golden wings and fly   to the city of angels      But then If I close my eyes   I can see you standing there   Your face in permanence smiles   Your lips a chalice      Seems like I've loved you all my life   Never thought I'd find you   One day the muse may lend these words wings   so I can touch you      But hey!   Don't worry if the feelings not strong for you   I have lived my life in accordance   to the windfalls of passion   Though I know what it means   to be loved and then forgotten   I have seen too many men   driven insane by their distractions      The old clock is still ticking now...