Watching, watching, watching the world
Through an eyehole, open house
Where I like to sit around
And the hands go low
Ticking at slow
Hear the phone calling me again
So go ahead now
It's what I want
When it's time to go, we go
And all the blankets that you feel, they go away
They go away
Push the hand down and I'll turn it around
Dream about learning how to play
This containing school
To play at life
Go with it
You feel it starting to relax
And it's starting to degrade
Hey, go!
Hey!