I know little of romance
And these little tract houses
I know seven less of you
And if you should ever think of me
Maybe as a game you lost
Well someone I know lost the whole damn world
No more this talk of they're out to get me
Just slide out of Sydney and I can never go back
How could I be surprised
How could I even believe
Cry, the clock said
I'll forget who you are
I'll forget one of these days
Cry, the clock said