Mighty Nice

The Clock Tower


Twenty-three and it's mighty nice, mighty nice
Born to dream but it feels like I'm paralysed
I fell down, I need an alibi (or I suppose I could just)
Head home and get cauterised

I got something stuck inside of my eye
I blink and I pluck and I think as I try to cry
Ye, well, I try to cry

Another bourbon and another Iced tea for me ('cause we're livin on this)
Borrowed time that's played away on lay away

I got something stuck inside of my eye
I blink and I pluck and I think as I try to cry
Ye, well, I try to cry

God damn this one trick pony ride
A crack in the mirror and the trace of a muffled sigh
I said I guess I tried, la la la
I guess I tried


Writer/s: Michael Berg