Show Of Hands

Don't Look Now
I hear the knocking of a clock Look through the pages of my book And realise I havent read one word there Beneath the hills the sun has died The day grows dark I rest inside My room of ancient sleepless death 'Til I hear it The cry that wakes me every ngiht That numbs my ears and stops my sight Dries the tears behind my eyes A child cries You watched me fade as you grew old My dreams are ash and the fires are cold Buried under the passing years With all my hopes and all my fears For a man has grow but the boy is dead Who taps the window and shakes the bed And clings so tightly round my neck Reminding I hear the knocking of a clock Aus Songtexte Mania