Our time`s running out
I`m watching the scarlet sun go down
One night before the morning takes you far away from me
I whisper in your ear my arms is where you want to be
Somewhere you`ve got your own sun
I know that you can`t stay
But does it shine ok
By stealth I stop the clock and we are late
Late for your train
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
Takes us together like a single bow,
Drawing out from two strings but one voice.
On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest of songs
Somewhere you`ve got your own sun
I know that you can`t stay
But does it shine ok
By stealth I stop the clock and we are late
Late for your train
