ForeverAtLast - Father Time

Perfect broken pocket father My tools are at the ready And my hands are merely fractured Now I see the mechanical side Your heart is manufactured Pocket father My tools are at the ready And my hands are merely fractured Now I see the mechanical side Your heart is manufactured Keep counting backwards I gave you so long I told you little vapor Why did you not listen? Why did you not listen? The clock fell off the chain I see we've retained no time And the silly little clocks tick off Poor stretched swelling numbers Only time will tell When we're going under When we're going under My head rolled off the side I've lost my train of thought And silly little thoughts clock out Poor stretched swelling motions Only god will tell When I get my time straight Not enough hands For the day for me to even start to say When I get to the door I want to know you more Not enough hands For the day for me to even start to say When I get to the door I want to know you Perfect broken pocket father My tools are at the ready And my hands are merely fractured Now I see the mechanical side Your heart is manufactured Pocket father My tools are at the ready And my hands are merely fractured Now I see the mechanical side My heart is manufactured I contemplate the war you went through Just to bring us home