Time, take us back from going through motions
My daydreamer friends all fell victim to
Cold hard facts
It's so hard to be patient
When quicksand is traded for dust from the past
So, prove on, prove on, move on
The changing of times will blow over
Until then we'll run away, run away, run away
The minute hand stopped for a second
And we're waiting for the
Stopwatch affair
We're something special
We look so much the same
There's no difference between the subtle and time
You can take my hand and we can take a break
Imagine a time where there't time left to take
Prove on, prove on, move in
Hold our own
Where will we go when time left us no room to spare?
