Ticker Don't Tock (Bitter Ruin)

I don't think I can fly But I, but I believe in you I don't spend what I lack But I, but I believe that you're coming back Don't fly much Don't try much, but I wait on you Hard earn it Don't burn it, I don't even ask Oh ink your map Ink your map I don't think I will break But I can feel a malfunction I'm Sturdy Learned early, but these days I'm broke Oh take my pound No need for flesh to hold a hollow mould When everybody says it should be beating like a drum well My ticker ain't tocking (ooh ooh) I can't believe you're walking (ooh ooh) It don't sing Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba No beating no Da dum, da dum, da dum It don't sing Da dum, da dum, da dum, no I'm eating leaner cuts and meeting up with peers from the years gone by To try'n' find Love, Love, Love Oh lace up your shoes Messenger of many miles to walk before my brain accepts the news But I've discovered my ears And what they really like to do is hear a friendly voice No need for Drums that have a beating past And suddenly the pulse is lost and stillness comes at zero cost and My ticker ain't tocking (ooh ooh) I can't believe you're walking (ooh ooh) Oh, come-by boy, come-by boy You have been out 'thinking' For too long boy, too long boy You must be cold Oh, come-by boy, come-by boy You have been out 'thinking' For too long boy, too long boy You must be cold Oh won't you come home? My ticker ain't tocking (ooh ooh) I can't believe you're walking (ooh ooh)