| Song | Clock Moves Sideways |
| Artist | Fish |
| Album | Fellini Days |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dick, Wesley | |
| Wheels within wheels, turning wheels, tumbling towards a conclusion. | |
| A crimson cascade, the blood in the bowl, | |
| And the mind that you're in is walking the world but you feel like you're walking on water, | |
| Face up to the facts, face up to the truth, face up to reality, you're just being used | |
| There's a spark in your eyes, when she calls you'll explode and she's blaming it all on crossed wires. | |
| When the clocks move sideways, when the clocks move sideways, Fellini days | |
| Fix a stare at the wall, avoiding the accusations that lurk in the mirror, trying to catch my attention, | |
| Reflect on the fact that your life is such a mess. | |
| Whose fault is that anyway? | |
| The shutters are closed, did you lock all the doors? | |
| Arm the alarms? Sheath all the knives? | |
| Unload all the guns? Throw out all the pills? | |
| Did you remember to switch off the TV? | |
| Don't answer the phone, | |
| Provide the impression there's nobody home, | |
| As if there was anyway. | |
| As if there was anyway. | |
| When the clock moves sideways, the clock moves sideways. | |
| Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock | |
| Tock, tock, tock, tock... | |
| When the clock moves sideways, when the clock moves sideways | |
| Fellini days | |
| Fugazi | |
| Don't answer the phone | |
| Fugazi | |
| Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
| Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion | |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
| And never brought to mind | |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| For auld lang syne |
| zuo ci : Dick, Wesley | |
| Wheels within wheels, turning wheels, tumbling towards a conclusion. | |
| A crimson cascade, the blood in the bowl, | |
| And the mind that you' re in is walking the world but you feel like you' re walking on water, | |
| Face up to the facts, face up to the truth, face up to reality, you' re just being used | |
| There' s a spark in your eyes, when she calls you' ll explode and she' s blaming it all on crossed wires. | |
| When the clocks move sideways, when the clocks move sideways, Fellini days | |
| Fix a stare at the wall, avoiding the accusations that lurk in the mirror, trying to catch my attention, | |
| Reflect on the fact that your life is such a mess. | |
| Whose fault is that anyway? | |
| The shutters are closed, did you lock all the doors? | |
| Arm the alarms? Sheath all the knives? | |
| Unload all the guns? Throw out all the pills? | |
| Did you remember to switch off the TV? | |
| Don' t answer the phone, | |
| Provide the impression there' s nobody home, | |
| As if there was anyway. | |
| As if there was anyway. | |
| When the clock moves sideways, the clock moves sideways. | |
| Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock | |
| Tock, tock, tock, tock... | |
| When the clock moves sideways, when the clock moves sideways | |
| Fellini days | |
| Fugazi | |
| Don' t answer the phone | |
| Fugazi | |
| Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
| Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion | |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
| And never brought to mind | |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| For auld lang syne |
| zuò cí : Dick, Wesley | |
| Wheels within wheels, turning wheels, tumbling towards a conclusion. | |
| A crimson cascade, the blood in the bowl, | |
| And the mind that you' re in is walking the world but you feel like you' re walking on water, | |
| Face up to the facts, face up to the truth, face up to reality, you' re just being used | |
| There' s a spark in your eyes, when she calls you' ll explode and she' s blaming it all on crossed wires. | |
| When the clocks move sideways, when the clocks move sideways, Fellini days | |
| Fix a stare at the wall, avoiding the accusations that lurk in the mirror, trying to catch my attention, | |
| Reflect on the fact that your life is such a mess. | |
| Whose fault is that anyway? | |
| The shutters are closed, did you lock all the doors? | |
| Arm the alarms? Sheath all the knives? | |
| Unload all the guns? Throw out all the pills? | |
| Did you remember to switch off the TV? | |
| Don' t answer the phone, | |
| Provide the impression there' s nobody home, | |
| As if there was anyway. | |
| As if there was anyway. | |
| When the clock moves sideways, the clock moves sideways. | |
| Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock | |
| Tock, tock, tock, tock... | |
| When the clock moves sideways, when the clock moves sideways | |
| Fellini days | |
| Fugazi | |
| Don' t answer the phone | |
| Fugazi | |
| Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
| Wheels within wheels within wheels, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion, | |
| Tumbling towards a conclusion | |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
| And never brought to mind | |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| For auld lang syne |