I hear the clock strike   one, two, three, four, five times   every hour's a deadline   but Claudia don't mind      She's right behind me   circulates around me   my mouth opens   I breathe in before I speak      Too much labour for nothing   Claudia, my friend   This is for the saviour of all things   Claudia, Claudia      We watch the kids play   harmonize with their game   talking about old times   they linger in my chest      We long for something   Claudia starts to sing   Sunday, bloody sunday   come and let me rest      Too much labour for nothing   Claudia, my friend   This is for the singer of all days   Claudia, Claudia      Too much playing with these two hands   Claudia, I ache   This is from the maker of mistakes   But Claudia   You're the one who understands      Claudia   You understand