Stopwatch Affair

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?