There was a man that knew too much
With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb
His golden touch to ignore the will of time
Had me struck down open to the fact
I was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back

Time is not a moment we´re letting slip away
There´s nothing left to say it´s changing every day
The way I´m thinking in different shades of grey
It´s not enough to say that this is my love

He had the anti midas touch
Temporary state of mind
But a chance to die enhances growth
Now I´m trembling all the time
Stumble round making faces on the scene
Scene what what
Stumble round make your faces on your own

Time is not a moment we´re letting slip away
There´s nothing left to say it´s changing every day
The way I´m thinking in different shades of grey
It´s not enough to say that this is my love

I´m not your mocking bird
That sings your cellar song
She got a paper run
You´re compensated

Can we all gather round on the scene
Can we all move around on our own
Are ya a mover shaker all alone

Time is not a moment we´re letting slip away
There´s nothing left to say it´s changing every day
The way I´m thinking in different shades of grey
It´s not enough to say
Time is not a moment we´re letting slip away
There´s nothing left to say but this is my love

I´m not your mocking bird
That sings your cellar song
She got a paper run to write your letters wrong