Coldplay-Clocks Lyrics

i write in code
to myself,
among the breed of mathemicians
and clockmakers,
insensitive to anything,
save intricate sensitivity.

there is great care taken,
many secret rehearsals behind
the finished action through
gears, letters, numbers.
but somehow letters,
words -- they're
different.

writing offers little to
the viewer - a tiny distance
between my eyes and the pen.
a relationship takes place,
something happens.

the clocks here are not safe.
there is no battle between us,
we simply don't believe
in each other. i am stuck,
they are erratic -- left unwound,
struggling -- set ahead by a few moments
that i subtract and squander ...
i am still late.

my broken voice -- its shrill husk
falls away. i offer silence,
a quicksand of nothing left to say.
carefully breathing to loosen the
rubble of all i contain.
entrained to the sound of ticking
despite my attempts to pull away.
i am frightened.