With a stop of the clock you know time is hiding from you
And you’re waiting to cross but the line moves further from you
Take a second to unwind and feel you lungs expand inside of you
Take a second to decide and change your eyes from seeing gray and blue
And oh but it isn’t enough
She cries, she cries
When your minds are aligned through the glass it’s clearer for you
But it breaks and you take back the reasons and split into two
And still we wait for better days
We’re on our own
We’re getting old