Complete, or Completing

Well, I know I ain't spoken of love in a coon's age But I can't help it now Just helping myself to whatever I can I chose the softest kind of dove To chase around, to place bound and stout In a pose of arrogance and loneliness Of cleanliness Silence all the clocks tonight It's show time, with drinks to spill Hear my mouth, I've got the sounds To send you back home with peace of mind Well, I pace myself when marching Because I tangle up my legs if I don't Slow down and look at my woman Remember that everything is round, complete or completing Silence all the clocks tonight It's show time, with drinks to spill Hear my mouth, I've got the sounds To send you back home with peace of mind