He was sick of his clock stopping
It winds him up, that girl still
Sleeping next to him
He was sick of his excuses
To not take off her dress when
Bleeding in the bathroom
The watch smashed, and he got restless
He sighs in broken English
With no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
He was, he was
He was your final fit
Your final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please