"Eleven Eleven", said the clock as I pulled it around,
The foreign days and understanding,
A way out would be nice,
I'll have your good advice,
Went up the block,
Making the scream 12 after.

Some days the walls look greener,
'cause they can fetch a dime.
Hung, unsafe, for days you can't be weaker.
Waiting.

And even if bugs turn into people who ask,
"Are you all right?",
Say "Yes", and smile.
It's now the outcome of every day.
Weaker days await.

Even if the bugs turn to people who ask
"Are you all right?",
Say "Yes", and smile.
You've found the outcome of every day.
Weaker days await.

Some days the wall look greener,
'cause they can fetch a dime.
Hung, unsafe, for days you can't be weaker.
Waiting.

Even if the bugs turn to people who ask,
"Are you all right?",
Say "Yes", and smile,
You've found the outcome of every day.
Weaker days await.