Album: The Verge (2011)

Stopwatch Affair

Time take us back, from going through motions.
By daydream of friends are flown victim to cold hard flags.
It's so hard to be patient,
when quicksand is traded for dust from the past
To prove I, move on.

The changing of times will blow over, we can runaway.
The minute hand stopped for a second,
and we're waiting for the stopwatch affair.

We're something special, we look so much the same.
No difference between, the subtle intake.
Well, you can take my hand, we can take a break
Imagine a time with [?], time left to take.
To prove I'm, to prove I'm, move on.

The changing of times will blow over, we can runaway.
The minute hand stopped for a second,
and we're waiting for the stopwatch affair.

We hold our own, where were you going?
Time left us to spare.

Now, the changing of times will blow over, we can runaway.
The minute hand stopped for a second,
and we're waiting for the stopwatch affair.
Move on.