Oh, places we could go If time would move us slower And the grass could finally grow You and I The sun, the sky, the honey pie Everybody, gather around Let's hold our hands to clocks And never speak a sound Maybe, just maybe We'll get to where we're going I can't feel a thing This feels like fate to me Fate to us I can't feel a thing This feels like fate to me Fate to us Slow, slower than before Getting back to nowhere Where did this become the norm? Run and hide The moon, she cries The honey pie Hiding out in empty sheets Let's run away from everyone Nobody dares to see me Maybe then, just maybe It all won't be so lovely I can't feel a thing This feels like fate to me Fate to us I can't feel a thing This feels like fate to me Fate to us