Looking out my bedroom window; finding hope and constant lies
Tried my hardest to just cut these strings,
these strings that hold me back.
Chorus:
I don‘t know just what he tells you but to me,
it sounds like a lie
Following letters, following letters in lipstick
It seems to me you‘re running out, running out.
Sitting, waiting for your phone call
What‘s the point, when you‘re not here?
I don‘t know why you make me feel this way
but still I‘m falling faster.
Chorus ...of time
I‘ve heard a voice, a constant interest
telling me to run and get you.
I feel no need, you need to fall this time,
you need to fall this
Chorus ...of time!
Keeping the letters written in lipstick
Can‘t believe everything has happened to me at the same time
I‘m running out, running out of time.