Lyrics:

Living in a house
Near the Black Forest
Without any clocks
She's begun

To listen to the walls
Her neighbors have clocks
Not one
But twenty clocks apiece

Sometimes
A claque of clocks
Applauds
The passing of each day

Listen to the walls
& wind your watch
Poor love, poor love
Have they caught you

By the pendulum?
Do they think they've
Got you stopped?
Have you

Already gathered how
Living near the Black Forest
She gets by
On cups of borrowed time?