It’s night, I’m prisoner to one of those electric storms
So quiet just old clock is ticking and the air is so warm
I’m praying for the thunder that could overrule this beat
’cause it’s itching, it’s scratching, is slipping through the skin, yes through the meat
In the spell of the moonlight ceiling filled with tiny dots
I’m forced to sit down and follow the most unsavory thoughts
Should I’ve done that, could I’ve done anything more
Had I really done my best
These thoughts go down to the core
And the clocks keep ticking tick tock tick tock
Dark night, I’m prisoner to one of those electric storms
And I can’t even move to stop the clocks when the air is so warm
’cause a static is all around, I’m caught in the net
And the beat has got the power to nail me down inside my bed
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