Shoulders lean on a wall Shadow a doorway To nowhere at all The sky has no surface So you look at the floor Eyes tire out when You're searching for more The crook of your shoulder is where I belong The crook of your shoulder is where I belong The crook of your shoulder Like a fancy domed clock Moves the sky over time Looking behind me when you're only in my mind Searching is endless When there's nothing to find Someone brushed past me My name shouted out The voice in my head when I'm walking about Endlessly searching To figure it out The crook of your shoulder is where I belong The crook of your shoulder is where I belong The crook of your shoulder Like a fancy domed clock The sky is a circle Days are repeated Around over time Instead of beginnings The clock ticks on and through And through and through and through And through and through and through