on the clock 
you never let me think of quitting 
"our" shop 
'd be nice 'f you paid a visit 
or any mind 
I'm a stranger without the time. 

accident 
shouldn't o' flown in nasty weather 
all alone 
'bet your last words were stupid 
the god of fire 
purifies the missing wires 

hiders hide 
intents to play both sides 
you don't dare ask them why 
this dead horse is a liar 
the tables turn 
like tricks, an instant fix 
you'll know what you've found 
on a dead moon