The Arrivals - Blank Slate lyrics

Moderation is a lucky friend Out of trouble, straightened lines Clean your teeth and get to bed on time Can't recall why I've been so afraid Of the dim and quiet life Head in the clouds and both feet in my grave Bang, bang goes the little clock again It will want you always Troubles, troubles One can't comprehend Why every game you play is rigged Did young John Mellor ever lose a day? Found himself in bed and like a car crash wonder how he's walked away? I declare the past the enemy Things much better left unsaid Are dead and gone and they can't bother me Bang, bang goes the little clock again It'll haunt you always Co-conspirators and sordid friends Have we another round to give? Precious rites Hapless call Lost in the magic of it all Know this feeling, feeling on the mend Know the promise, know the lie Know the fall and never question why Light a candle to that solemn saint Patron of the turning leaf On and on and on forever Bang, bang, bang goes the little clock again It'll haunt you always World of wonder one can't comprehend Why every game you play is rigged Precious rites Hapless call Lost in the mystery of it all All things real really do fade away