The Dead Science – Tension At Pitch lyrics

Every passing clock will not reveal its face
My stomach tightens, I feel I'm growing late
Another opportunity stretched out far away from me
Having arrived far too late
I discover I could have been somewhere else tonight
But now I've cast myslef in space
One man, standing in one place

A four-sided room gets filled up with light
All the surfaces find ways to ignite
I realise I could never see all of the possibilities