Time is running out for us,
Yet when I’m there time doesn’t seem to have passed by at all.
The same cups sit in the cupboard, the same pictures on the wall.
The volume has increased; building and building,
I want to keep it all; I’m collecting and collecting.
The early morning sun slowly injects the kitchen,
The smell of the gas stove reminds me of you
I wait in the upstairs bedroom to listen to the cars go by,
For just a minute, just a minute
The memories I have of you, the memories I have of me
I want to keep it all, I want to keep it all.
Yet when I’m there time doesn’t seem to have passed by at all.
The same cups sit in the cupboard, the same pictures on the wall.
The volume has increased; building and building,
I want to keep it all; I’m collecting and collecting.
The early morning sun slowly injects the kitchen,
The smell of the gas stove reminds me of you
I wait in the upstairs bedroom to listen to the cars go by,
For just a minute, just a minute
The memories I have of you, the memories I have of me
I want to keep it all, I want to keep it all.