When the clock turns 12, they say that things changenA new day, a fresh start, one more beginningnI can't seem to remember the beginning of anythingnIf we could begin more, I think that things would end differentlynnLike a snowy cherry blossom treenPossible, but highly unlikely to seenA new point to start atnSomething not dreamt yetnAnd when we're in shit up to our kneesnWe're screaming, clean me, pleasennJust look for the chimney stack walking down Third AvenuenHe knows his place and he'll ask younCan you feel it? Have you ever felt free?nHe knows what that feels like and he'll teach you for a small feennLike a snowy cherry blossom treenPossible, but highly unlikely to seenA new point to start atnSomething not dreamt yetnAnd when we're in shit up to our kneesnWe're screaming, clean me, pleasenAnd just like that, we were cleannAnd just like that, we were freenAnd thinking back, it was worth every penny