Open walls don’t begFor open eyes to slumberWell, I’d want to wonderWhere the hours have ledClosed mouths do feed, thoughAnd I’ve seen the oppositeDon’t have long to wonderWhere my time’s been spent Hours and hoursHours and hoursHours and hoursHours and hoursFinished one, I finished fiveAnd I’m on to ten yearsMore if you count the beginningEven more if you count the very firstI can’t recall my first verseI can’t recount my lost wordsBut I count down every dayFor just one to payHours and hoursHours and hoursHours and hoursHours and Hours and hours