There is no point of telling you what I hear,Because all of it is over ran by the ringing in my ear,
A faint Tick Tock
Comes from my
Wrist clock
There were screams of joy and playing
And that is all I'm saying.
There is no point of telling you what I hear,Because all of it is over ran by the ringing in my ear,
A faint Tick Tock
Comes from my
Wrist clock
There were screams of joy and playing
And that is all I'm saying.