In your hands you hold a big bag of seconds
Two, four and five and ten, all you reckon
One is more and one is less, oh disaster
Tick-tocks, you heard 'em wrong, slower, faster

We are bound to follow
Although we don't know the flow
We are afraid to play Orion

We have teachers in stress
And still try to outguess
Recurring sting comes from a scorpion

Once upon a time, I thought that time was like a mine that I could I mine
Whenever I felt like it

Time awakening!

We try to trick and deceive
Fail to get what we need
We marry our event horizons

We carry clocks on our backs
And our hands are...

Our hands are in their hands