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