With such a silly thing said.

You'd find it easier if you stared at the floor.

And what goes on in your head

could be a mystery that could never be solved.

Consider everything that makes you wonder.

Then tell me that you have it all worked out.

Forgetting thoughts of ever dialing your number.

I have no doubt.

Your time's running out tonight.



Tell me a secret.

Does your heart still race for me?

Or is it running away?

Darling, A secret.

Does your heart still race for me?

Or am I asking too late?



This is the same as a midsummer's day.

Too close for comfort. Too close in every way.

Forever clinging to her alibi.

Split personalties with no question why.

Deliver anything to feel accepted.

Still you kiss your mother with that mouth.

It's not a fairy tale to feel neglected.

I have no doubt.

Your time's running out tonight.



With such a silly thing, now you can see it running away.