Текст песни Clocks

Old brown clock ticking on my shelf Take my mind to someplace else Little gold clock ticking by my bed Funny little people dancing 'round my head Morning brings me things to do Morning brings me thoughts of you Gentle sunshine through the curtain lace Some of which shining on your sweet face Counting hours making days Watching time throwing love away Nothing golden never stays That's what I heard the poets say Mmm ... Time is always taking me Places I don't want to be But when the morning rise the moon I know a bird day's coming soon Counting hours making days Watching time throwing love away Nothing golden never stays That's what I heard the poets say Mmm ... Morning brings me things to do Morning brings me thoughts of you Gentle sunshine through the curtain lace Some of which shining on your sweet face