Moving Clocks Run Slow

Moving clocks run so slow I can't take my eyes off you There's too many hands to keep my eyes on Looking towards the light Look a little tongue-tied Sounds a little cross-eyed The fast approaching midnight We're locked out We're fast approaching midnight So, you take a little me And I take a little you We're all part of the century Hold me down now, hold me down A bitter disappointment And I was restless, I was restless You're winning me over You're winning me over Can't take my eyes off you There's too many hands to keep my eye on The fast approaching midnight We're locked out We're fast approaching midnight (woah) So, you take a little me And I take a little you We're all part of the century