There was a man that knew too much
With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb
His golden touch to ignore the will of time
Had me struck down open to the fact
I was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back
Time is not a moment we??™re letting slip away
There??™s nothing left to say it??™s changing every day
The way I??™m thinking in different shades of grey
It??™s not enough to say that this is my love
He had the anti midas touch
Temporary state of mind
But a chance to die enhances growth
Now I??™m trembling all the time
Stumble round making faces on the scene
Scene what what
Stumble round make your faces on your own
Time is not a moment we??™re letting slip away
There??™s nothing left to say it??™s changing every day
The way I??™m thinking in different shades of grey
It??™s not enough to say that this is my love
I??™m not your mocking bird
That sings your cellar song
She got a paper run
You??™re compensated
Can we all gather round on the scene
Can we all move around on our own
Are ya a mover shaker all alone
Time is not a moment we??™re letting slip away
There??™s nothing left to say it??™s changing every day
The way I??™m thinking in different shades of grey
It??™s not enough to say
Time is not a moment we??™re letting slip away
There??™s nothing left to say but this is my love
I??™m not your mocking bird
That sings your cellar song
She got a paper run to write your letters wrong
