The fightstar shines above the land
But I can’t make the people understand 
What makes this clock tick
And I’m sick of putting up with
Less than stellar behaviour
They teach you that the saviour
Is mangled and broken
But risen from the dead
But what they don’t say
Is Now is eternal instead
And the body is witnessed
And the body is watched 
And there is something that knows
The ticking of the clock
That is not governed 
By the movement of hands 
I still love indie rock bands 
As they belt out a refrain
But it’s the same story again
And I will not let him in
Coz I know he just wants to win
And have me be something to conquer
But I am all childlike and wonder
And don’t sway in the wind that he blows
Though he’s out of breath from trying, God knows