I keep looking at old broken clocks
and I can't help but think
about how time passes when
I'm with you.

It was like a deer running for it's life
while the lion is gaining ground-

it was too fast,
too fast,
that only heartbeats were heard.

What we got was short,
too short,
that even words can't seem to fit in.

And everytime the clock strikes twelve
and I knew I must go,

Then I realized I am not Cinderella
and I can stay.

I look at broken clocks and realize
that clocks decide to stop,
because it decided not to be
controlled by time anymore.

And with that in mind,
we got all the time
in the world.