Текст песне : Chris Pureka. Broken Clock.

You thought it'd be, you thought it'd be, a rose-ride did you?
With a carousel and a ticker-tape parade.
You can try your luck, but everything's a long shot honey.
You better love what you've got before someone cuts the wire...

Well I wandered off 'til there were no more telephone lines.
Just a tourniquet, and a whole lot of time to myself.
Well I gave it up, I gave it up, nothing but me for miles and miles.
And it was never enough, never enough to drag me back...

Just let it rest. Looking for a rope to keep me still,
holding to the best of this and you,
holding to the best of all this time...

I'm hoping there's a diamond knife, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere.
Because it's never enough, never enough to cut me down.
But what if the damage is done, if the damage is done,
where do we go from here?
What if the damage is done, and no one's ever gonna drag you back...

Just let it rest.
Looking for a rope to keep me still,
holding to the best of this and you,
holding to the best of all this time...

It'll come around, yeah but you're going to have to wait for this.
Oh yeah you're going to have to wait for this heart like a broken clock,
clock, clock, heart like a broken clock....
It'll come around, yeah but you're going to have to wait for this.
Oh yeah you're going to have to wait for this heart like a broken clock
clock clock. Heart like a broken clock....