The Clock Becomes The Bomb

THE CLOCK BECOMES THE BOMB - Written by Carroll Bryant

On the walls of discontent I see

The faces of your memory

A heart of stone can break in two

I'm not quite finished with you

And so I take a real good look around me

Because I am not the way you found me

A debutant in the rain 

Helplessly hiding in shame

It's time to go home

The clock becomes the bomb

I became the thing

You are always here

Survive the winds of change

Cry another tear

I'm leaving it behind

You take what you want

The heart becomes the hell

The clock becomes the bomb

And it's time to go home

In the chance that I see you again

Don't roll your eyes and hold my hand

A heart of glass can cut too deep

I keep losing all my sleep

And so I take a walk around the road

And misinterpret all I'm told

Another lie comes to mind

The fact is you think I'm too blind

It's time to go home

The clock becomes the bomb

I became the thing

You are always here

Survive the winds of change

Cry another tear

I'm leaving it behind

You take what you want

The heart becomes the hell

The clock becomes the bomb

And it's time to go home

So, what is real? What is true?

I'm not quite finished with you

It's time to go home

The clock becomes the bomb

I became the thing

You are always here

Survive the winds of change

Cry another tear

I'm leaving it behind

You take what you want

The heart becomes the hell

The clock becomes the bomb

And it's time to go home