It does no good to slow down, in these days
I gave up on stopping the pointers of the clock for a few turns
I forget the foolish days of timed encounters
Like a town idiot, I saw that my watch has stopped
What time is it when she fixes her smile on my eyes?
What time is it when she approaches, becoming one of us?
I lost all sense of time. So much the better.
Lets slip under the gears of the bell machines
If happiness is time consuming, the nights without dreams are too long
Let them examine the dials, me, I took the time to arrive
The people in a hurry are transparent
Let's keep away from the hourglasses
What time is it when she/he fixes her/his smile on my eyes?
What time is it when she/he approaches, becoming one of us?
I lost all sense of time. So much the better.
I already hear them telling us that it's too late, that it's too early
Fabricating memories, it's of no use but it keeps you warm.
What time is it when we give up, just a minute or two?
What time is it when we cling to staying in love?
We'll lose all sense of time. So much the better.