Out of Time

Baby, you used to linger on my lips, on my fingers
Don’t know why, why you quit
Said, babe, when did the sugar on your tongue turn bitter?
Oh, no, no, no, no
Lately, when I’m crying
Not the one I call
How could I confide?
The reason for it all
Even in a
So much empty space
Don’t know how to break up
Don’t know how to stay
I get the feeling
Get the feeling, get the feeling
That we’re running outta time
That we’re running outta time
I get the feeling
Get the feeling, get the feeling
That we’re running outta time
That we’re running outta time