Moving clocks run so slow
I can't take my eyes off you
There's too many hands

To keep my eye on

Looking towards the light

Look a little cross-eyed
Sounds a little tongue-tied


The fast approaching midnight
We're locked out
The fast approaching midnight


So, you know, you take a little me
And I take a little you

We're all part of the century

So hold me down now, hold me down

A bitter disappointment
And I was restless, I was restless


You're winning me over
You're winning me over
Can't take my eyes off you

There's too many hands
To keep my eye on


The fast approaching midnight
We're locked out
The fast approaching midnight


So, you know, you take a little me
And I take a little you

We're all part of the century