Sanoja: Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan. Clock Of St. James.
The clock of St James lookin' down through the rain at the city blackened with time
Alleys and the doorways are grim, the street lights dimmed from the soot and the grime
The pitiful scream from the Second Street bridge
Was drowned by the three o'clock chime
But the Clock of St James lookin' down through the rain knows I committed a crime
CHORUS
Clock of St James, Clock of St James like an eye in the sky lookin' deep in my brain
Seein' my weakness, seein' my shame, where can I hide from Clock of St James
The Clock of St James lookin' down through the rain lookin' at a grim pantomime
The body that falls from the Second Street bridge, the splash in the watery slime
The lights of the bridge never touchin' the hand clutchin' a dollar and dime
But the Clock of St James looking down through the rain knows I committed a crime
CHORUS
I run through the city, I run through the shadows of the buildings all blackened with time
The alleys and the doorways are grim, my hand still clutchin' the dollar and dime
The pitiful scream from the Second Street bridge was drowned by the three o'clock chime
But the clock of St James looking down through the rain knows I committed a crime
CHORUS
Alleys and the doorways are grim, the street lights dimmed from the soot and the grime
The pitiful scream from the Second Street bridge
Was drowned by the three o'clock chime
But the Clock of St James lookin' down through the rain knows I committed a crime
CHORUS
Clock of St James, Clock of St James like an eye in the sky lookin' deep in my brain
Seein' my weakness, seein' my shame, where can I hide from Clock of St James
The Clock of St James lookin' down through the rain lookin' at a grim pantomime
The body that falls from the Second Street bridge, the splash in the watery slime
The lights of the bridge never touchin' the hand clutchin' a dollar and dime
But the Clock of St James looking down through the rain knows I committed a crime
CHORUS
I run through the city, I run through the shadows of the buildings all blackened with time
The alleys and the doorways are grim, my hand still clutchin' the dollar and dime
The pitiful scream from the Second Street bridge was drowned by the three o'clock chime
But the clock of St James looking down through the rain knows I committed a crime
CHORUS
Jack Blanchard & Misty Mor
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