I hear the clock strike One, two, three, four, five times Every hour's a deadline But Claudia don't mind She's right behind me Circulates around me My mouth opens I breathe in before I speak Too much labour for nothing Claudia, my friend This is for the saviour of all things Claudia, Claudia We watch the kids play Harmonize with their game Talking about old times They linger in my chest We long for something Claudia starts to sing Sunday, bloody sunday Come and let me rest Too much labour for nothing Claudia, my friend This is for the singer of all days Claudia, Claudia Too much playing with these two hands Claudia, I ache This is from the maker of mistakes But Claudia You're the one who understands Claudia You understand