Moving Clocks Run Slow

Moving clocks run so slow

I can't take my eyes off you

There's too many hands to keep my eyes on

Looking towards the light

Look a little tongue-tied

Sounds a little cross-eyed

The fast approaching midnight

We're locked out

We're fast approaching midnight

So, you take a little me

And I take a little you

We're all part of the century

Hold me down now, hold me down

A bitter disappointment

And I was restless, I was restless

You're winning me over

You're winning me over

Can't take my eyes off you

There's too many hands to keep my eye on

The fast approaching midnight

We're locked out

We're fast approaching midnight (woah)

So, you take a little me

And I take a little you

We're all part of the century