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?
