You don't have to ask me why 

Because I know you understand 

All the treasures of my life 

Are right here in my hand 

Suspended in a moment 

No more breath to catch 

If you hold on to your end 

Maybe we can make this last 



This is the greatest time of day 

When all the clocks are spinning backwards 

And all the ropes that bind begin to fray 

And all the black and white turns into colors 



I don't want to build a wall 

Or draw a line across the sand 

Because there's room for one and all 

And this land is our land 

Oh I hope this can go on and on and on 

Before the skipping stone hits the surface of the pond 

Oh I know that life is never very long 

One second, then one minute, and then its gone 



This is the greatest time of day 

When all the clocks are spinning backwards 

And all the ropes that bind begin to fray 

And all the black and white turns into colors 



You want to sink into the colors on the wall 

But all the while you are the brightest of them all 



This is the greatest time of day 

When all the clocks are spinning backwards 

And all the ropes that bind begin to fray 

And all the black and white turns 

This is the greatest time of day 

When there's no you and there's no others 

And all the rules grow wings and fly away 

And all the black and white turns into colors