The tight lipped fever found her way again
With one embrace
A rapid pulse could give it away
And she'll move on
We must have been millenniums ahead of comprehending Synchronized time collapsing

And she'll move on and on. With foreheads numb, we move to feel
And set the clocks aside
In stares, in start and pause

Oh my God, we were not intended for this tight lipped fever that found her way again
Tongues explode in our archaic demise

And she'll move on and on. With foreheads numb, we move to feel
And set the clocks aside
In stares, in start and pause

Time forgave everything within her to discover disguise
A convenient lapse of a memory
And she'll move on
We must have been millenniums ahead of comprehending
Synchronized time collapsing