Moving Clocks Run Slow Paroles

Look a little cross-eyed
Sounds a little tongue-tied

The fast approaching midnight
We're locked out
The fast approaching midnight

So, you know, you take a little me
And I take a little you
We're all part of the century

So hold me down now, hold me down
A bitter disappointment
And I was restless, I was restless

You're winning me over
You're winning me over
Can't take my eyes off you
There's too many hands
To keep my eye on
So, you know, you take a little me
And I take a little you
We're all part of the century