Showing Hours

You and I
Two of the same
Just some, some of the same
With the struggle feigned
And our premeditated strain
Yeah, it's just more of the same

Again and again
Again and again and again

My hands held open
Your hands drawn tight
My fever pitching burdens
Your fever burning bright

Time bombs in the towers
Standing tall then in showers
My back to the wall
Your back showing hours
Clicking by

Clicking by
In scatterbrained lanterns
Clicking by
You cry, "jump for your life"

Time bombs in the towers
Standing tall then in showers
My back to the wall
Your back showing hours
Clicking by

Again and again and again
Yeah, it's just more of the same
Yeah, it's just more of the same