I dream a little bit
About the chance of seeing you
And outside stays trueAnd outside through the window pane
And the hole in my brainI'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myselfAnd honey, it's stunning
At such a peculiar pace
I see the wrinkles in your face
Start to deepen and formAnd outside through the window pane
And the hole in my brainI'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself
I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myselfAnd I said we'll run until the sun burns out
And I'd like to know
Who wants to run until the sun burns out?
And I'd like to, Id like toAnd I said we'll run until the sun burns out
And I'd like to know
Who wants to run until the sun burns out?
And I'd like to, Id like toHoney, it's fitting
At such an unusual time
I see the freckles and the lines
Start to darken and sagAnd I said we'll run until the sun burns out
And I'd like to know
Who wants to run until the sun burns out?
And I'd like to, Id like toAnd I said we'll run until the sun burns out
And I'd like to know
Who wants to run until the sun burns out?
And I'd like to, Id like toAnd I said we'll run until the sun burns out
Run until the sun burns out
Who wants to run until the sun burns out?
Run until the sun burns out
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