(Intro) -sitting in my shed on a three legged chair, staring at nothing and my motorcycle just standing there. (verse1) -The old family clock staring back at me waiting timelessly on me to repair its broken tick-tock, that makes it be. -Tick-tock, tick-tock the hands stopped some time ago. -at five past eight with no more go. -As if it is telling me, do it now, do it now, she is no longer going to wait. do it now, don't be late. -O, the familiar tick-tock, tick-tock constantly reminding me, -time does run out time does run out time does run out, eventually. -One day there wil be, no more tick, no more tock, for you and me. -Now is the time, I am going to take this ride for you to be in the story of me. -You are the one my love, I need to be staring at constantly. (chorus) -My thoughts follow the contours and curves of you. -My playground your valleys and hills I get lost into. -I follow the lines that define the beauty of you. -O, my love, I know the path that takes me to you. (verse2) -Many roads I traveled alone and now I am seeking the path that leads me home. -for better, for worse. -Together the two of us are better than one. -for richer, for poorer. -My love be the currency that pays the thick and thin. -in sickness and in health. -My hand wil be on your shoulder, my knees bent in prayer. -to love and to cherish. -My arms open to have and to hold. -till death do us part. -In this life my hands hold your heart. Our souls belong to God. (bridge) -O, let our love shine, shine like the brightest moon. -I'll take the short cut, I'll be there soon. -It is done, time our hearts melt into one. -I love your weirdness and the way your hair reflects the rays of the sun. (chorus) -My thoughts follow the contours and curves of you. -My playground your valleys and hills I get lost into. -I follow the lines that define the beauty of you. -O, my love I know the path that takes me to you. (outro) -O, the things that our love makes us do. -Dancing in the streets to the music buskers play for me and you. -You read my love poems and I tell you bed time stories about gnomes building castles for you. -O my love, I need more of you and the gentle touch of you.
