We Were Promised Jetpacks 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
