The Flying Pickets
Time After Time
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you
Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new
Flashbacks, warm nights almost left behind
Suitcases of memories, time after

Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I cannot hear what you've said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

After your picture fades and darkness has turned to gray
Watching through the windows you're wondering if I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I will be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after, time after
Time after time