Someone stop the hands of time
Every tick's a cruel blow.
I want a world that's hers and mine
While the real one's put on hold.
I want to taste the freedom we will never know.

Someone stop the hands of time ?
Every tick's a cruel blow.
I don't want to step outside
Into the night beyond the windows,
I'm just not ready yet for the ice-cold air
To bring it all home.

All I want is to be held
And held some more and not let go,
Be told that all is well,
That our racing hearts will cope.
I want her to lie to me-
It's not as if I will not know.

All I want is to be held
And held some more and not let go.
The less I have to lose, it seems,
The more I put her through.
We go round in circles,
And that is all we do;
That there's nothing we can say,
We don't let get in the way
We go round in circles
Because we want to be here all day.