Letra de Clocks tick louder in the dead of night

I made my way to New York city
To draw the routes of my self pity
It´s like I´m in my favourite film
It´s just a minor part but still

It´s like it´s ...
It´s like it´s ...
It´s like it´s ...
It´s like it´s not quite real

I pay the guy who can´t work out
What to tell the girl and how
And in the end and turn and say
Of how I wish there was another way

I wish I´d never come
I wish I´d not become
Another love-sick kid or broken ...

I run the cliches through for real
I´ll hold you in my arms until
I have to leave for my Bexhill
To document the way I feel

It´s like it´s ...
It´s like it´s ...
It´s like it´s ...
It´s like it´s not quite real

And though it was some time ago
It´s only fair that I should let you know
That burst my heart and break the lines
But I´m a man who tends to run and hide

I wish I´d never come
I wish I´d not become
Another love-sick kid or broken ...