The 12th of Never can never decide,
The realization towards the reasons why,
And if we take too long, to decide,
Our fears take a shape and multiply,

The two massive powers that move the clock tower,
Are the mightest of brothers,
The minute and the hour,
They sway back and forth predicting the tide,
Moving down the face towards a quarter to nine,
They preached a lesson after every chime,
But can never compare to thier father time

TICK! TOCK!

Why wait until the 12th of Never (x3)
Nothing is ever remembered,

TICK! TOCK!

The 12th of Never can never rewind,
The revelations from the answered lies,
Since we've turned that key for way too long,
The safe's now stripped and ready to fold,

The second hand had finished and hid behind the others,
The minute and the hour,
Block the weakest of the brothers,
But in his own right he's the strongest of the 3,
With a stroke of his hand he moves stratigically,
For a new day they all more must be moved,
The grandfather is a lapdog following thier rule,

TICK! TOCK!

Why wait until the 12th of Never (x3)
Nothing is ever remembered,

TICK! TOCK!
The mouse died on that clock,
Never to... return... again...
TICK! TOCK!