Unlike the moleI'm not in a holeAnd I can't see anywayJust like a dollI am one foot tallBut dolls can't see anywayThe frozen stareThe clothes and hairThese make me taste like a manTied to a doorChained to a floorAn hour glass grain of sandLife in a sack is coming backI'm like the clock on the wallSwim in the seaSwim inside meBut you can't swim far awayI never grewCovered up by youAnd nothing grows anywayLife in a sack is coming backI'm like the clock on the wall