Thousand - Horse Feathers

A thousand miles an hour

Every clock was tired

'cause when the summer’s young

It’s nights spoke in tongues

It’s calling out our names

And drawing moth’s to flames

All it’s nouns we’d sing

It’s verbs would bite and sting

Whisper sweet your hand in mine

Had we met before our time?

A kiss that’s not refused

A promise that wasn’t true

As every evening soured

We’re counting down the hours

'cause when the summer’s young

It’s nights spoke in tongues

Whisper sweet your hand in mine

Had we met before our time?

A kiss that’s not refused

A promise that wasn’t true

Please don’t stop or refrain

As caution would course through our brains

We know to this there’s no rules

A love that suffers no fools