And the clock struck fifteen hours ago; it is shining 
 And the man who is wasting on the wall 
 Looks a lot like Jesus 
 And a little bit resembling 
 the man in the mirror in the hall
 
 And I rose-trayed sailors 
 And you still shining 
 And I'm till waiting to got 
 And I lied for sailors 
 And I lied for certain 
 And I lied to everyone I know
 
 Oh I'd believe in God and I'd believe in loving 
 but I don't speak to anyone who knows 
 And I need four 50's and three yellow lemons 
 And someone to take me home
 
 And I'd forgotten the one who was sailing 
 on the water down beside where you don't go 
 And it's strange to tell 
 that the one who is shining 
 is someone I forgot I used to know
 
 And the clock struck fifteen hours ago