Turn Down The Clock
Lyrics by Brieve Morison
Turn down the clock
A little lower
It’s ticking is bothering me
I know it’s talking to you babe
But its face is looking at me
Hand down a book from the shelf
This table needs straightening up
Hand me down the atlas
There’s something I want to look up
Turn down the clock a little lower
Its ticking is bothering me
I know it’s talking to you babe
But its face keeps looking at me
Well I think I will open a window
One that gives onto the street
I know the noise is loud
But it gets right into my feet
Turn down the clock a little lower
Its ticking is bothering me
I know it’s talking to you
But its face is looking at me
I think I’ll take the car for a walk
Just to give the tyres a scorch
And if I’m not back by midnight
You can turn down the light on the porch
Turn down the clock
