Our time's running out
I'm watching the scarlet sun go down
One night before the morning takes you far away from me
I whisper in your ear my arms is where you want to be
Somewhere you've got your own sun
I know that you can't stay
But does it shine ok
By stealth I stop the clock and we are late
Late for your train
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
Takes us together like a single bow,
Drawing out from two strings but one voice.
On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest of songs
Somewhere you've got your own sun
I know that you can't stay
But does it shine ok
By stealth I stop the clock and we are late
Late for your train