Are you telling me it's over?Disintegrating, lost, and there's nothing I can doBefore you drop another verbal bombCan I arm myself with Cezanne's sixteen shades of blue?As my heart is slowly ripping into piecesDisconnecting from the circuits of my mindYou'll get over it, you sayIn time, in timeIf the clocks are blackI'll do everythingEverything but rememberingRememberingHow?Are we made in time?Clocks are blackYou say get over it if fifty is the new blackHooray, this could be your lucky dayBut my cables, they are surgingAlmost over-overloadingAs you disengageCould your heartBe slowly ripping into pieces?Disconnecting from the circuits of your mindWe'll get over it, you sayIn time, in timeIf the clocks are blackI'll do everythingEverything but rememberingRememberingHow we made it, thatClocks are blackThat's itYou're doneYou screwed up your lifeBefore it's begunThere are those who sayI am now too old to playSee over there at the red lightAt thirty-three, she fears she'll lose her job because they hear the ticking of her clockAt only fifteen, I said fifteen, they say her future's bleak, she should have started this sideThree, as her heart is slowly ripping into pieces, disconnecting from the circuits of her mindShe'll get over it, you sayIn time, in time, stop all the timeIf the clocks are black, I'll tell them everything but of rememberingRememberingHow we made it thereHow our clocks are blackBefore you drop another verbal bomb, can I arm myself with Cezanne's sixteen shades ofBlueOver, over and over and over againFor all you and I'syou