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.
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