Time goes slow when tick means tock,
When clanking clocks invade again,
When darkness glows, when black takes shape;
When moonbeams stick to edges.
Moments last so long when you
Are sleeping in a single bed,
Though mine has room enough for two.
When you’re in far-flung China.
Hurry back, my love – the tock
Is pestering my fortitude
(And you know that it’s weak enough
When we are forged as one).
As one! I cannot wait for it!
So learn yourself then tell me how
Bright Chinatown transformed your heart,
But don’t say that it changed the way
Your heart was made for me.
No, please – I know it’s easy
To be led astray, when far away.
And though I love enough for two,
The pulsing feeling in my chest,
That keeps me up, when I should rest,
And makes my mind spin crazily,
Would quickly break if I lose you.