Evan Songtext
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Evan Songtext
Monday morning
Up against the grid
Tuesday morning
On my feet again
Wednesday, Thursday
I′m on top
Friday Night Phoenician
And the clocks go ticking, ticking
What can you borrow
With someone else's hands
I′ll pull the wool down over your eyes
The quiet here
It spits in your ear
There's no need to be whispering
Now they own you
Clocks go, clocks go ticking
Up against the grid
Tuesday morning
On my feet again
Wednesday, Thursday
I′m on top
Friday Night Phoenician
And the clocks go ticking, ticking
What can you borrow
With someone else's hands
I′ll pull the wool down over your eyes
The quiet here
It spits in your ear
There's no need to be whispering
Now they own you
Clocks go, clocks go ticking
Writer(s): David Schellenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
