Deaflat

Opened up my eyes with a grain left in the hourglass

At last

Watched it 'round the curve so eagerly it floated past

Cracked the window just to feel the cold against my hands

Softer than a whisper, I told you every plan I had

Running 'round in circles and we're running out of time

It goes on and on and on

And on and on

And on and on

And on and on

And on and on

Oh it goes on and on and on