Music: Gert Wijnalda
Lyrics: Gert Wijnalda
Album: Snakes And Ladders
Tick tock goes the ticking of the clock
That will tell you that your timing ’s just a little off
It’s just the time, I’m wasting my time
Precious time
And all I hear’s the ticking of the rain
The sound of which I’m sure that it is driving us insane
Angels are calling us down
In the middle of the day
And everything we’ve noticed
As we are climbing up the hill
We’re going up there
But it seems like the world is standing still
Standing on the edge
Of where the ocean meets the land
Slowly drift away
Precious pain
And everything we’ve been through
Couldn’t get us up there
Any way we tried to
Didn’t land us anywhere – or anyhow
I couldn’t see the fruit that had been growing
A taste that’s so bitter, a taste that’s so sweet
It reaches out to me
And everything we’ve noticed
As we are climbing up the hill
Is we’re going nowhere
And it seems like the world is standing still
Standing on the edge
Of where the ocean meets the land
Slowly drift away
Precious pain
Feel the pain, feels like life reachin’ out
The pain was burning bright
But like a fading satellite
Angels were singing through the night
