Pratik: Clocks

The lights go out and I can't be saved

Tides that I tried to swim against

Have brought me down upon my knees

Oh, I beg, I beg and plead

Singin' come out of things un said

Shoot an apple off my head

And a trouble that can't be named

A tiger's waiting to be tamed, singin'

You are

You are

Confusion that never stops

Closing walls and ticking clocks

Gonna come back and take you home

I could not stop that you now know

Singin' come out upon my seas

Cursed missed opportunities

Am I a part of the cure

Or am I part of the disease? Singin'

You are

You are

You are

You are

You are

You are

And nothing else compares

Oh, no, nothing else compares

And nothing else compares

You are

You are

Home, home, where I wanted to go

Home, home, where I wanted to go

Home, home, where I wanted to go

Home, home, where I wanted to go