From the Face of a Clock Lyrics

Selling my secrets for a dollar a piece

I only got a quarter to spare

Everyone around here is flush with cash

They know all my sordid tales

Raise a glass to the past

No one forgets what you've done

A good time was just alibi, a little white lie

We told to get you to come

And here I am a little strung out

I may not have slept in days

They say first impressions are all that count

So I'm defined by dumb things I say

Raise a glass to the past

No one forgets what you've done

A good time was just alibi, a little white lie

We told to get you to come

What for I can't recall

I find comfort in the routine

If I tried to explain decisions I make

I'd only cause a scene

Raise a glass to the past

No one forgets what you've done

A good time was just alibi, a little white lie

We told to get you to come

Raise a glass to the past

No one forgets what you've done

A good time was just alibi, a little white lie

We told

To get you to come

(And here you are)