I feel like I'm pounding on a big door
No one can hear me knocking
I feel like I'm falling flat to the floor
No one can catch me from falling
The hourglass has no more grains of sand
My watched has stopped no more turning hands
The crew have abandoned the ship
The lights are on but no one is in
I feel like I'm calling on a telephone
No one can hear the ringing
I feel like I'm running up a steep hill
No one can stop me from running
The hourglass has no more grains of sand
My watched has stopped no more turning hands
The little hand shakes its fist
The face is hanging out on a spring