wandering amok
i'm puzzled why the gears were never wound
the hands are pointing up

and they don't seem to move when you're around
well maybe i've been waiting for a song
banshee sirens beacon me along

along a ruby shore
inching from your bloodstream
keeps me away another day

i folded up my luck
and must have dropped it somewhere on the ground
tender to the touch

the black and white are spiraling around
but maybe we'll meet somewhere in the end
i'll be yours and you'll be mine again

again
i wonder why
i blunder my plays for your heart away every day