It's odd the things you think of
when you're watching someone die.
Tick tick tick tick
Memories that surface
from times gone by
Tick tick tick tick
When you wish you had stayed
but you couldn't even try
Tick tick tick tick
And every time home
you cried and cried
Tick tick tick tick
The clock on the wall
counts the time and chimes
Tick tick tick tick
You have to live with your choices
as your personal crimes
Tick tick tick tick
And others say things
that they really don't know
just because they're in positions
where they can - so,
In the end, no one asked,
Can I help? What do you need?
It was just tick, tick tick tick tick tick
Until time ran out
