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 eye on



Looking towards the light

Look a little cross-eyed

Sounds a little tongue-tied



The fast approaching midnight

We're locked out

The fast approaching midnight



So, you know, you take a little me

And I take a little you

We're all part of the century



So 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

The fast approaching midnight



So, you know, you take a little me

And I take a little you

We're all part of the century