I saw a man and he had no head
The  day you stop is the day you're dead
I  keep going
I saw a woman who has no face
"Oh, I've got used to it now" she says
In  the limelight and the lime
And  there's no way out of time

I kissed your face in the evening air
I  kissed your face and I wasn't there
But the feeling was sublime
I saw you once from a long way off
And it was you I was thinking of
I'm  thinking all the time
But there's no way out of time

Now you and me are the best of friends
Until we're not and the story ends
It's a story not a crime
A genius muttered through the hair
"You feel this way because you are here
If you're somewhere else, that's fine"
And the carbon angels chime
That there's no way out of time