Twilight Whispers (30th November 1991 / Wolverhampton)

Your foot tapped flippantly on the floor
To an inaudible rhythm inside your head
And the clock followed your beat
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Your pen scratched messily over the page
Your ideas ablaze with haste
And the clock followed your hurry
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Your eyes whizzed between the lines
Skimming impatiently over the hollow words
And the clock followed your anxiety
Tick-tock, tick-tock
You continued to work, without stopping
Without looking at me, without speaking
And the clock continued to tick
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Each second another moment without you
A moment further away from the last time
Our hearts exchanged a glance
Tick-tock, tick-tock
And the only time you will remember me
Is when the clock stops ticking
When time stops aging like a dyeing, broken flower