From the breasts to the hips to the ground
There's nowhere else to run
And time is running down
Chorus:
Why would I want an hourglass?
There's nothing beautiful in fucking fast
Every bone in her body is grinding to sand
We're falling through fingers on anorexic hands
And our time is running down
(Turn it over now)
Our time is running down
Can she still see out of empty eyes?
Can she still breathe into shrunken lungs?
While your glass is blown just right
You'll be every boy's time machine
Turn my lips green, you, now, oh
Oh, you're not falling (don't fall)
Oh, you're not falling (careful, now!)
Oh, you're falling (stupid, stupid, stupid...)
When the hour is almost over
And the game has been played out in full
You time is running out
No longer beautiful
Chorus:
Why would I want an hourglass?
There's nothing beautiful in fucking fast
Every bone in her body is grinding to sand
We're falling through fingers on anorexic hands
And our time is running down
(Turn it over now)
Our time is running down
Why! Would! I!
(want to run out of time)
Break! The! Glass!
(and look at yourself)
Time is running (it's escaping)
Don't let it (don't let it go)
Time is...out