Here All Day - Trembling Blue Stars

Someone stop the hands of time

every tick’s a cruel blow.

I want a world that’s hers and mine

while the real one’s put on hold.

I want to taste the freedom we will never know.

Someone stop the hands of time?

every tick’s a cruel blow.

I don’t want to step outside

into the night beyond the windows,

I’m just not ready yet for the ice-cold air

to bring it all home.

All I want is to be held

and held some more and not let go,

be told that all is well,

that our racing hearts will cope.

I want her to lie to me-

it’s not as if I will not know.

All I want is to be held

and held some more and not let go.

The less I have to lose, it seems,

the more I put her through.

We go round in circles,

and that is all we do;

that there’s nothing we can say,

we don’t let get in the way

we go round in circles

because we want to be here all day.