Take the heart from a ticking clock..and in its tracks it
will stop..

Like a man whoes heart has gone....he has no reason to carry
on..

when its over he keeps his pride,though throw a smile its
easy to hide...

So watch out for the quiet ones...for its so loud when they
have gone..

In memories you see their screaming souls..and the life
thats left you, has left you cold..

Could have saved them..you know its true...so come ye guilt
drowning you..