Adam Brox - The Turning of the Clock Lyrics

A faded photograph
Lingers in my wallet
Attached to memories
Of a time now in the past
A key that once hung
On the ring inside my pocket
Used to open doors
But now lay cold and flat
Time is a cruel mistress
Never altered from her path
Always marching forward
She never gives a damn
The clock hands never cease or stop
Gone are the moments that I dropped
Past are all the times I opted
For something more
But still the clock hands always race
Towards a future I must face
Filled with people and the places
I can't ignore
All these memories I long to block
Are no match for
The turning of the clock
The bullies in their youth
Speak without thinking
Erode my self-esteem
And make me feel like dirt
A change of scenery
A chance to start all over
New supports I have
And days to heal my hurt
Time is a cruel mistress
Never altered from her path
Always marching forward
She never gives a damn
The clock hands never cease or stop
Gone are the moments that I dropped
Past are all the times I opted
For something more
But still the clock hands always race
Towards a future I must face
Filled with people and the places
I can't ignore
All these memories I long to block
Are no match for
The turning of the clock
But if it wasn't for those moments
Those times I'd rather forget
Indeed those mem'ries shaped me
Into the man I am today
And while I sit and reflect on
All those seconds minutes and hours
All those interludes and instances
That keep dancing 'round my brain
But still I find that
Time's still a cruel mistress
She never falters from her path
She's always marching straight ahead
She never gives a damn!
The clock hands never cease or stop
Gone are the moments that I dropped
There in the past the times I opted
For something more
But still the clock hands always race
Towards a future I will face
Filled with people and the places
I won't ignore
These new memories that come to knock
Won't be marred by
The turning of the clock
There in the past the times I opted
For something more
But still the clock hands always race
Towards a future I will face
Filled with people and the places
I won't ignore
These new memories that come to knock
Won't be marred by
The turning of the
Clock