When the clocks break down i'll be dead set against The second-hand slide to the beat in my chest I'll be the last one standing, i can still resist if i want to When the lights burn out At the back of the clu. We'll feel the bugs crawl out From the crowd And the walls will sweat 'cause the burnt-hot breaths all want to. It brings me right back to Everything that i've lost from you I can't think it's over I can't see this through I won't wait for everything To fall down on you When the air gets thick from the ciggeretes And the words slow down to avoid regrets I'll be proud owner of the picket fence i built with you It brings me right back to Everything that i've felt for you