I am a life without a soul
You are a game without a goal
I am a room without a light

You are a ghost
without the fright


The everlasting lasts for life, peeling away so slow
You're going to keep it up 'til there's no place left to go


Time it ain't running out
We just don't like to talk about it, my dear
Singing on the telephone

Dreaming of you making your way home
Time it ain't running out
We just don't like to talk about it, my dear


You are a star upon my sky
I am the catcher in the rye

You sling those tears away from me

The everlasting lasts for life, peeling away so slow

You're going to keep it up 'til there's no place left to go

Time it ain't running out

We just don't like to talk about it, my dear
Singing down the telephone
Dreaming of you making your way home

Time it ain't running out
We just don't like to talk about it, my dear


So if I needed you, would you come for me in the night?
Should I pray for you, can you tell me you were right?
And whoa


Whoa
Time it ain't running out

We just don't like to talk about it, my dear
Singing on the telephone
Dreaming of you making your way home

Time it ain't running out
We just don't like to talk about it, my dear
We just don't like to talk about it, my dear

We just don't like to talk about it, my dear