Moving Clocks Run Slow

Moving clocks run so slow
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

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
I was restless, I was restless

You're winning me over, you're winning me over
I can't take my eyes off you
There's too many hands to keep my eye on

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