Time is Like a Stick of Wax

A spool of wool, wrapped around my finger as it goes numb A tight embrace, watch as all the colour drains away I wanna know what makes you go round I wanna know what makes you go round And around like a rat in a wheel Reject the status quo cause none of its real What makes you go round Times like a stick of wax, it melts down my hands And Runs away A gentle scarlet mark reminds me of where I was yesterday I wanna know what makes you go round I wanna know what makes you go round And around like a rat in a wheel Reject the status quo cause none of its real What makes you go round