Somebody told me Mr. Pickett had
Possession of a pocket watch of gold
And to who so was the owner of gave
Immortality
What a way to be, knowing that this
Rumour was provoking my mind
You can't stay here, so hide your fear.
And disappear
That's when you're: Caught in the myth
Of midnight madness,
It's the only way you can behold the
Fate of old man time
Something inside me said that many
Wouldn't stop at the clock stop
That night
I don't know who so long ago had left
The door ajar,
But finding my way inward from the
Outside seemed a good idea at the time
Extraordinaire! There's no one there
You needn't care because you're
Caught in the myth of midnight
Madness,
And the fairy-light moonshine opens
The gate to old man time
(Gold-man time, One more time)
Outside the candle may flicker
Inside the flame may grow on
The door is open, I pull down the blind
My timepiece is ticking, but hasn't
Yet chimed
Dark gloom, the smell of the roiom
A mystic perception that magic
Will bloom
I lift my head ... but only to find that
Each clock in turn
Emits a dim light in the shape
(Time on time armed with a vision
What precision walking in the shape)
Of a face ...
Who are you, can you see me
We are the creatures of a timeless world in
Which we use the time so as to
Hide away in
Each of us did come here just like
You and as you watch us you will
Join us too
I may be a gambler at poker or whist
But what sort of rumour could lead
Me to this
To extend my age, may warrant a deal
But a life on the mantelpiece
Doesn't appeal
Guarding my ears from the hypnotic
Tick I won't be the joker completing
This trick
When the words rhyme that's a sure
Sign to call on time