The Second Hand

	作词 :
	See the old man acting like a fool,
	yeah, he's running from the ambulance.
	When he was a youngster he broke all the rules –
	now he says that was just accident.
	Always had the feeling he was going to die young,
	so now he feels repentant;
	but the judge was progressive and the jury was hung,
	he got a suspended sentence.
	So he ran from his future, he ran from his past,
	yes, he ran from the desert of the hour-glass
	but the sea of time is a rising flood
	and he's swamped by the wave.
	His arms go limp by his side,
	he only came for the ride,
	he thought he'd hold back the tide,
	Canute.
	One eye on the main chance and one eye on the clock,
	oh, when did his brain go?
	And when does a veteran get to be a crock...
	no gold at the end of this rainbow!
	He always boxed clever with his shadowy hopes
	but now he's in trouble with his back on the ropes
	and the hands of time are bunched into fists:
	yeah, he's out for the Count.
	The sword has sunk in the lake
	and now he's watching dawn break
	and now he waits for the stake,
	Dracul.
	This boy's a fool,
	this fool's a man,
	all men are ruled
	by the Second Hand.

	zuò cí :
	See the old man acting like a fool,
	yeah, he' s running from the ambulance.
	When he was a youngster he broke all the rules
	now he says that was just accident.
	Always had the feeling he was going to die young,
	so now he feels repentant
	but the judge was progressive and the jury was hung,
	he got a suspended sentence.
	So he ran from his future, he ran from his past,
	yes, he ran from the desert of the hourglass
	but the sea of time is a rising flood
	and he' s swamped by the wave.
	His arms go limp by his side,
	he only came for the ride,
	he thought he' d hold back the tide,
	Canute.
	One eye on the main chance and one eye on the clock,
	oh, when did his brain go?
	And when does a veteran get to be a crock...
	no gold at the end of this rainbow!
	He always boxed clever with his shadowy hopes
	but now he' s in trouble with his back on the ropes
	and the hands of time are bunched into fists:
	yeah, he' s out for the Count.
	The sword has sunk in the lake
	and now he' s watching dawn break
	and now he waits for the stake,
	Dracul.
	This boy' s a fool,
	this fool' s a man,
	all men are ruled
	by the Second Hand.