Clocks in the morning And the feeling there's another day to come When the Sun's never dawning On the broken shells that keep you on the run On the craic and sparks that frighten everyone Here's a victim Here's a victim When the Black Dog sings And the half light ends Well I saw you this evening And the sand from this morning has turned into glass And the stormy clouds ahead are bound to pass And be forgotten Be forgotten When the Black Dog sings And the half light ends