Out of Time
Twelve o'clock in the TV guide
Nothing on my mind
Something's missing and you don't know
We're running out of time
Sunday night and the signal's dead
Walk across the room
Put the pen to some paper
My hour's gone so soon
We're living in the kingdom of Bedlam
Bethlehem for slaves
We're running so far ahead of them
Running at the proper pace
Monday morning on my way
And my head's still splitting
Something happened to me in there
And it's still happening today
Someone wrote on my dеsk
And I know I'm not mad
So I push I'm in my ready chair
And throw away my hat
We're living in thе kingdom of Bedlam
Bethlehem for slaves
We're running so far ahead of them
Running at the proper pace
We're living in the kingdom of Bedlam
Bethlehem for slaves
We're running so far ahead of them
Running at the proper pace