[Verse 1]
It's not the clock that stopped, it's going 'round
Falling into the picture that you dream of
Standing at the door that's locked
And you know it won't be easy

Around this squandered scene at ease
All those out, making the tub
That sweet dream

[Verse 2]
It's not the constant thought that says
It was the acrobats, as they do
In the school of slack
And it burns but the pain is just plain lazy

Outstanding, amazing
Rough house
Thinking the same things
Battle stout

[Outro]
But you know it won't be easy
Easy, easy