I can ask that the clock stop, it's late
And things have become two
I'm tired, but I want to keep lying beside you
I can ask that the tracking stop
Of the destiny that has salted the honey
That the sheets and the mattress don't wrap me up
It's late, I want to stay here
I can ask that in a minute
the end of the verification act arrive
To leave this room
And walk, seeking one more planet
I'll stop, if not I'll get tired
the arrival of another
I'll stop or I'll regret it
I can ask that the kitchen clock stop
The tracking of such a cruel destiny
I can ask that in five years the end of the act arrive
Of being beside you, but I'd rather leave this room
I'll stop, otherwise I'll get tired
I'll stop to avoid the arrival of another
I'll stop or I'll regret it
I'll stop, otherwise I'll get tired
I'll stop to avoid the arrival of another
I'll stop or I'll regret it