A Flock Of Seagulls

The hands on the clock
Cant hold back the time.
Without the clock
Theres no reason why.
Were sending messages,
Messages,
Messages,
Messages.
With hands held high
To the new sunrise,
With open arms
To the empty skies
Receiving messages,
Messages,
Messages,
Messages.
(from the rings of saturn.)
Messages,
Messages,
Messages,