Some say the clock is the memory framed 

Some know the memory by what it is named 

He has closed his eyes 

He has given up hope 

He is bound to the sky 

On a tethered rope 

He is the weight of a rock 

He is the weight of a rock 

And he wonders why 

The frame of the clock comes scratching by. 



Some say the clock is the memory framed 

Some know the memory by what it is named 



I am the weight of the rock 

I am the frame of the clock (repeat 3) 

He is the weight of a rock 

And he wonders why (repeat 1)