It may feel like it's too much to handle, <br />
But it's not time yet.<br />
Your body operates, automatic, <br />
Like a breathless engine, <br />
It shines in the swimming haze and heat.<br />
While your mind, <br />
Like a swarm of insects in a gust of wind, <br />
Crumbles and reassembles, <br />
Forgetting it's original, innocent form.<br />
<br />
No, it's not the time.<br />
Don't let your frantic mind<br />
Run you away<br />
From me.<br />
No no no, it's not the time<br />
You'll be alright<br />
Don't let your frantic mind<br />
<br />
In our oldest, wisest years<br />
Well laugh, <br />
Looking back<br />
At our losses.<br />
Yours, the self-control you longed to<br />
Trust, <br />
Mine, any adequate words to dissolve the<br />
Mounting Pressure Moment.<br />
And in our tissue-paper skin, <br />
Well mock the frailties of youth.<br />
And cherish the steel-solid minds<br />
We acquired in time.<br />
<br />
No, it's not the time.<br />
Don't let your frantic mind<br />
Run you away<br />
From me.<br />
No no no, it's not the time<br />
You'll be alright<br />
Don't let your frantic mind<br />
 <br />
I know life starts in slow motion<br />
And ends in a fast-forward-flash, <br />
When all you want to do is rewind<br />
So you can relive<br />
Those days we spent<br />
Never wondering about how it all will end<br />
Remember the languid, mesmerizing<br />
Hours we spent, spellbound, <br />
Dreaming of the life we lead<br />
Now?<br />
Don't be disillusioned<br />
Dreams and reality may<br />
Never synchronize<br />
But someday, well get away<br />
With a perfect day<br />
And well laugh, <br />
Looking back.<br />
<br />
The machine hums to the whine<br />
Of the cloud, the swarm<br />
No louder than before<br />
When did it become<br />
The anthem of impending tragedy?<br />
A maddening melody building<br />
In shrill intensity?<br />
Maybe it's just a new song to sing us to sleep<br />
It's not going to end the way you think