Between the Clock and the Bed

I'm well aware of happiness, and what it takes to get to it

But the simple struggle of survival, transforms itself into betrayalBetween the clock and the bed, there's only space and hell, waiting for the transportation

Between the clock and the bed sheets ? ? my head, colliding with your desparationYeah I'm as guilty as the rest, a man of little consequence

Unable to forgive himself, still building the bypass in my headBetween the clock and the bed, there's only space and hell, looking for my intervention

Between the clock and the bed sheets ? ? my head, we both felt the implications