Bad timing.
The clock is runing forward and time is late again
i keep on wishfull thinking as you are next to me
But when i try to reach you keep escaping this.
You're calling for tomorrow
I answered yeterday.
We're going round in circles
Yet never end in place
For fear of falling harder and way over our heels
Its shame to keep on looking so far from where we'll be
For now its laughs and giggles to warm us in this night
Till sun comes up to tear us and our dream apart.