with every advance of the second hand
i'm dying, i'm dying i'm wasting away
i stay at home because i don't work
i'm dying, i'm dying i'm going to waste
i can't build me up
i can't build me up to bridge the growing gap
i can't run away
i'm not tired enough to dive
and i won't try
i'm glad to be alive
and each time i reach for a second chance
i'm slipping, i'm slipping i'm wasting away
if i don't move and i keep still
i'm dying, i'm dying i'm going to waste