Those blasted clocks have [bad word] down
Oh, does time stand still without you around
The birds don't sing their little song
The prophecies have all proved wrong

The [bad word] have gone thread-bare
The waxy moon has lost its flair
The wishes drown beneath the well
The razor blades have all gone dull

But this is confidential, you're the one to blame
And now the forecast calls perpetually for rain
And although it's rather late, I lie awake in vain
'Cause I'm still waiting for what's wonderful
Just the other side of pain