Romans & histoires Clock Strikes Lyrics

When the drums begin to beat Down the street, When the poles are fetched and guyed, When the tight-rope's stretched and tied, When the dance-girls make salaam, When the snake-bag wakes alarm, When the pipes set up their drone, When the sharp-edged knives are thrown When the red-hot coals are shown, To be swallowed by-and-by, Arre, Brethren, here come I! Stripped to loin-cloth in the sun, Search me well and watch me close!

And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive I can't keep up and I can't back down I've been losing so much time 'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose And it's you and me and all of the people And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right I'm tripping on words You got my head spinning I don't know where to go from here

⚠ WARNING 🔞 ~~~~~~ Got the music in you baby, tell me why Got the music in you baby, tell me why You’ve been locked in here forever and you just can’t say goodbye Your lips, my lips, apocalypse Your lips, my lips, apocalypse Go and sneak us through the rivers, flood is rising up on your knees, oh please Come on and haunt me, i know you want me Come on and haunt me (Apocalypse ~ Cigarettes After Sex)