Moving Clocks Run Slow

We Were Promised Jetpacks

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