just give me the alarm clockngive me a stone or even a big rocknjust give me something i can throw at younoh no, i‘m not being violentni‘ve just been way too silentnall these yearsnnthis is all i seenthis is all i haveni give it gladly away nownnit‘s fresh air in my lungsnand a cigarette that burnsnit down immediatlynthis is more than i can takenmy conscience is burning at the stakenand i‘m just fueling the firennthis is all i seenthis is all i haveni give it gladly away nownni wish i could make some things stay