Catch me when the tide is high, I'll be dashing, Past the speed of the wind, Running and running and running, Until the first rays of dawn catch up with me. I'm singing, Singing a song of joy, Filling the gaps with blissful madness. Faster and faster, Binding the hands on grandfather clock. Pledging my allegiance to this, And simply this; Breaking free, Crashing, breaking, smashing, The minutes against the stone cold floor. Take it, You can have it back. It was never mine in the first place.