Caught behind a wall of tears
Distorted liquid image of you
The signal keeps cutting out but one thing is clear
Nothing grows in my heart there is no one here
You are my target cause I aim for the one
So I have to forget about the clock hands you run
Distorted liquid image of you
The signal keeps cutting out but one thing is clear
Nothing grows in my heart there is no one here
You are my target cause I aim for the one
So I have to forget about the clock hands you run