I sit in the window watching my days from a safe distance Clock towers toll and I am frozen every instant Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence It can't be saved. It's already lost, it thrives on my resistance We are bound and marching to an ever static distance I sit in the window watching my days from a great distance Clock towers toll and I am frozen every instant Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence It can't be saved. It's already lost, it thrives on my resistance My resistance, thrives on my resistance Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence We are bound and marching to an ever static distance, static distance