Moving Clocks Run Slow (We Were Promised Jetpacks)

Moving clocks run so slow I can't take my eyes off you There's too many hands To keep my eye on Looking towards the light 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 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