The light pours out of me – strange encounters

The clock at my local metro station acted out yesterday; for just a second my perception of reality was warped until I realised the clock was at fault, not me. I was reminded of the brilliant lyrics to “The Light Pours Out Of Me” by Magazine:

“Time flies, time crawls,
like an insect up and down the walls,
– the light pours out of me”

The song stuck in my head all day, and I got home, turned on the mic and recorded the 1st verse and chorus. Nothing more, nothing less; just a short vignette of that strange feeling that I had to get out of my system. There you go. Inspiration in all its strange glory.