Are you telling me it's over?
Disintegrating, lost, and there's nothing I can do
Before you drop another verbal bomb
Can I arm myself with Cezanne's sixteen shades of blue?
As my heart is slowly ripping into pieces
Disconnecting from the circuits of my mind
You'll get over it, you say
In time, in time
If the clocks are black
I'll do everything
Everything but remembering
Remembering
How?
Are we made in time?
Clocks are black
You say get over it if fifty is the new black
Hooray, this could be your lucky day
But my cables, they are surging
Almost over-overloading
As you disengage
Could your heart
Be slowly ripping into pieces?
Disconnecting from the circuits of your mind
We'll get over it, you say
In time, in time
If the clocks are black
I'll do everything
Everything but remembering
Remembering
How we made it, that
Clocks are black
That's it
You're done
You screwed up your life
Before it's begun
There are those who say
I am now too old to play
See over there at the red light
At thirty-three, she fears she'll lose her job because they hear the ticking of her clock
At only fifteen, I said fifteen, they say her future's bleak, she should have started this side
Three, as her heart is slowly ripping into pieces, disconnecting from the circuits of her mind
She'll get over it, you say
In time, in time, stop all the time
If the clocks are black, I'll tell them everything but of remembering
Remembering
How we made it there
How our clocks are black
Before you drop another verbal bomb, can I arm myself with Cezanne's sixteen shades of
Blue
Over, over and over and over again
For all you and I's


you