Testo The Tick Tock Man

Look at your faceIt's so fortunately arrangedDon't look backI can assure you that you won't like what you seeYou step on my dreamsI could whisperYou intrude on meI could whisperYou close in and I'm so uneasyHotel rooms, sweet dreamsLike slot machines that call it 'Love love'A coin in the holeYou young things never stay young for longeThis edge in my voiceBut there's really nothing much to sayMy conscience mendsI suppose it all meant something to you.You step on my dreamsI could whisperYou intrude on meI could whisperYou close in and I'm so uneasy