Time is all I feel, it’s why I just keep running. The quest for love was all that you and I held dear. With the beat still in your head and the good book by your bed. We will survive. Someday, are we going to wake up a little bit older? Are we out of time, time, time? And know that should we ever break up, we’ll find a way to make up in the fullness of time, time, time…

…Good friends, well you can count them on one hand and they’ll never judge you, whatever your crime, crime, crime. I know that I can include you and you’ll forgive me in the fullness of time, time, time.