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