We think we are young
We think we have time
The world is our oyster
Seems to be our rhyme
But what are we to do
When time makes us a fool
It speeds up when we laugh
It slows down when we cry

Yes what happens when love dies
And time slows down almost to a halt
And you can barely breathe
Yet time sits still-- it cares not

Yes what happens when you smile
And time ticks by with such style
And grace that we never even remember a face
But we remember the magic
Yes we remember the magic of the moment and the blurs and quickened heartbeats
Yet not the faces
Not the places

Oh we think we are young
And we think we have time
But really we have nothing
But our songs and our rhymes