I feel like I'm pounding on a big door
   No one can hear me knocking
   I feel like I'm falling flat to the floor
   No one can catch me from falling
   The hourglass has no more grains of sand
   My watch has stopped no more turning hands
   The crew have abandoned ship
   The lights are on but no one is in
   Take it to the bridge
   Throw it overboard
   See if it can swim
   Back up to the shore
   No one's in the house
   Everyone is out
   All the lights are on
   And the blinds are down
  
   I feel like I'm calling on a telephone
   No one can hear the ringing
   I feel like I'm running up a steep hill
   No one can stop me from running
   The hourglass has no more grains of sand
   My watch has stopped no more turning hands
   The little hand shakes its fist
   The face is hanging out on a spring
  
   The hourglass has no more grains of sand
   Little red grains of sand
   My watch has stopped no more turning hands
   Little green neon hands