[Verse 1]

Time left to follow, take the underground

To count the trains and hold on, hold on

French macarons behind a pastry case

I pack a dozen into a take-home box

It's something else to make the night distinct

When all these wakeful hours are circular

Capsule prizes and scores of happiness

They slip away from an arcade claw

[Pre-Chorus]

On some wicked day

I felt a weight crushing

And now I flake around

[Chorus]

Stop all the clocks incarnate

Meditations o'er a tired figure eight, hold on

A trite karmic light, what remains

After instances of us fade away, hold on

[Verse 2]

Sometimes I forget: name, year, address

I keep them hidden behind a blue door

The stars may collide after all

A dance that awakes a black hole

No light can escape from the pull

And neither can I

[Pre-Chorus]

On some wicked day

I felt a pang cutting

It left a hollow void

[Chorus]

Stop all the clocks incarnate

Meditations o'er a tired figure eight, hold on

A trite karmic light, what remains

After instances of us fade away, hold on

And I'm coming up

Keeling over like the bends

'Cause I can't pin my reason down

So stop all the clocks

I can't bear to lose my place

In the grand scheme of things, hold on

[Instrumental]

[Pre-Chorus]

On some wicked day

I felt a weight crushing

And now I flail around

[Chorus]

Stop all the clocks incarnate

Meditations o'er a tired figure eight, hold on

A trite karmic light, what remains

After instances of us fade away, hold on

And I'm coming up

Keeling over like the bends

'Cause I can't pin my reason down

So stop all the clocks

I can't bear to lose my place

In the grand scheme of things, hold on