1, 2, 3, 4What do I do to make it stop?And isn't it bittersweet?Those seven daysIt's just the right amount of time it takes for loveCause every minute we're dancingEvery moment last personEvery second last goneIt's once again less do I take in time bornAnd every time that you kiss meMeans you're closer to leavingEvery second last goneIt's once again less do I take in time bornI hear it go likeSirens, explosionsMy world is brokenBut I think you're the painShe looked at me and saidI love your hands, your hair, the way you speakI get weak in the kneesI hate that we had the right amount of time it takes for loveCause every minute we're dancingEvery moment last personEvery second last goneIt's once again less do I take in time bornAnd every time that you kiss meMeans you're closer to leavingEvery second last goneIt's once again less do I take in time bornI hear it go likeOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohI hear it go likeOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohWhy does time race for you like jet planesWhat do I do to make it stopOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohCause every minute we're dancingEvery moment last personEvery second last goneIt's once again less do I take in time bornAnd every time that you kiss meMeans you're closer to leavingEvery second last goneIt's once again less do I take in time born