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My heart pounds into place

Lockdown like it knows I’ll run out of time

We have to outrun the clocks,

we’ll sprint off the world someday

I can see the ending in your eyes

Counting down is so hard but I don’t want to beg

No matter what time it is

there’s nowhere I’d rather be

Unwind like a backwards sleep

You’ll grow up to be a song

So we have to catch up with these clocks,

we’ll run out of secrets someday

When I’m with you

I count the hours like copper

like heartache

like they don’t mean anything at all

or they mean more than that

When I’m with you

I count the minutes like silver

like blindness means freedom

like we’re a million years old

like morning and twilight

hold the same magic

When I’m with you

I count the seconds like wanting

like we could last

like I could open my cracks to you

and explain them like they’re yours

When I’m with you

I count the seconds like gold

like I could thread them into a halo