People who know me will know what this is about. They will understand, and need no further hints like I normally do with other songs. It is an ugly pun, when I say it was something to get off my chest.

Clock Won't Speak

Three more steps to go
The sand was almost down
I thought I would perchance
Just fling the thing around
Questioning a dance
And fully unaware
That grains were turning red
Blood drops on a flower bed

Getting thicker and thicker.
Aching like a clock
Pounding for a key that was
Missing from the mantlepiece
But clocks won't speak
Clocks won't speak

The creature on my shoulder
Had been roaring with laughter
Until it must have dawned
It'd have nothing left to burn
It ordered back the planes
Smothering the flames
It must have been too early
For a 14th of May

Looking through the window
From the side of my bed
A bright moon's turning red
The sudden's back to sometime
Channeling its way
Speeding washing thinning grains
To step up further dancing
And a million smiles to share

When they undid the block
And steeled the passage
They set the motion free
Partially resetting me
Partially resetting me

The creature on my shoulder
Had been roaring with laughter
Until it must have dawned
It'd have nothing left to burn
It ordered back the planes
Smothering the flames
It must have been too early
For a 14th of May

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