I’ll keep my fingers crossed That fall back will see me back In your arms for the hour we lack Give us back the hour we tossed
We spring forward between the flowers We don’t notice the hour that passes But somehow that still suffices To make us slaves to time and hours
We’ll pretend nightly ghosts are our enemies But I’ve learned the opposite in my twenties The sun can be just as cruel and mean If you get caught in all its timely schemes
So turn off the lights and hide with me We’ll build a temple where we are free From last minute and a second too late From years forgotten and maybe our fate