It may feel like it's too much to handle, 
But it's not time yet. 
Your body operates, automatic, 
Like a breathless engine, 
It shines in the swimming haze and heat. 
While your mind, 
Like a swarm of insects in a gust of wind, 
Crumbles and reassembles, 
Forgetting its original, innocent form. 

No, it's not the time. 
Don't let your frantic mind 
Run you away 
From me. 
No no no, it's not the time 
You'll be alright 
Don't let your frantic mind 

In our oldest, wisest years 
We'll laugh, 
Looking back 
At our losses. 
Yours, the self-control you longed to 
Trust, 
Mine, any adequate words to dissolve the 
Mounting Pressure Moment. 
And in our tissue-paper skin, 
We'll mock the frailties of youth. 
And cherish the steel-solid minds 
We acquired in time. 

No, it's not the time. 
Run you away 
From me. 
No no no, it's not the time 
You'll be alright 
Don't let your frantic mind 

I know life starts in slow motion 
And ends in a fast-forward-flash, 
When all you want to do is rewind 
So you can relive 
Those days we spent 
Never wondering about how it all will end 
Remember the languid, mesmerizing 
Hours we spent, spellbound, 
Dreaming of the life we lead 
Now? 
Don't be disillusioned 
Dreams and reality may 
Never synchronize 
But someday, we'll get away 
With a perfect day 
And we'll laugh, 
Looking back. 

The machine hums to the whine 
Of the cloud, the swarm 
No louder than before 
When did it become 
The anthem of impending tragedy? 
A maddening melody building 
In shrill intensity? 
Maybe it's just a new song to sing us to sleep 
It's not going to end the way you think