Dali's Car Letra

This is (?)
Time is waiting on the floor
A (?) from who
My friend is clawing at the dial
It tells us half past two
Tall doors opened up
I leave my friend no fear
The jacket man with piercing suit
Is looking for a tear
He (?) his words in monotonal hums
And draws a picture clear
Of Dali's car, his silent self
An eye pierces like a spear
Tell me man, like or not
My time is short and soon
I'll take your clock for Dali's car
Take you spinning in the room
Spinning in the room...