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She wakes every morning
with him on her mind
can t seem to leave the past behind
She puts on her make-up
and thinks about life
and wonders if she s running out of time

Cos how long until she finds the one
all the things she s been dreamin of

She hears the tick tock
of her biological clock
going around and round
and it s never going to stop

she sees all her friends
are having kids and getting married
but, her life s, her own

she says there are moments
her confidence wains
Sunday afternoons and Christmas days

but she s a career girl
who knows her own mind
she s not prepared to make a compromise

but how long until she finds the one
all the things she s been dreamin of

She hears the tick tock
of her biological clock
going around and round
and it s never going to stop

She sees all her friends
are having kids and getting married
but, her life s, her own

Tick tock of her biological clock
going around and round
and it s never going to stop
and she sees all her friends
are having kids and getting

Tick-tock of her biological clock
going around and round
and it s never going to stop
and she sees all her friends
are having kids and getting married

Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Tick Tock

Estoy pensando en ti mirando
y oyendo el viejo mar cantar
esa cancion que enamoro
a la luna
y estoy imaginandome
que estas conmigo
y un loco suspiro
se escapa de mi
se va en busca de ti
para decirte que te exatraño
mas ahora
que el dia siguente
que te fuiste con la aurora
aun sigue siendo el dia
mas triste para mi
y...

Was there in your cage
When your lion got tamed
Was up on your stage
When your childhood flamed
The sorrow and rage
But it aint no game
To me now

All the lights in London shining now
Slow ye down...

Tell me, tell me what you see
When you close your amber eyes
When the sparkle fades away
And what remains of you is just a child

Tell me, tell me what you miss
When you melt in my embrace
When your sky explodes so bright
And all the cracks...

Your way of expressing friendship with me
is a shotgun blast in my head
all this bullshit leaving me out
it makes me wish that you were dead
the rain has left now
but the puddles still remain
the one thing i know

Waking every god

Ticking... Ticking... Wishing... wishing...
Standing here in Buda trying to explain
To myself and to the girl beside
Why I feel so weightless and free from all my pain
Telling yourself that you re here inside
For the wind is in my hair as we are on this sun hot roof
And far below the Danube...