She closes her book And before getting up Checks her lipstick in the reflection And getting off Steps aside A feint, her gait in a shopfront pane Ah, the pain of choice Well, it wouldn't be for any lack of time or money It's really ntohing for her to pay Because by her watch darling It's already half passed a lifestyle made A different eye dilates And having taken a look Notes the part in a play of prediction It's making her laugh She tries to stop She might do something silly Ah, the pain of choice Uncertain and not for a lack of a mind that's doubting But to a world well, what would you say? That finding anyhting only ever seems half a reason to stay? Oh for gods' sake I'll buy her a watch Darling, she's already half passed a lifetime saved And runs late enough without having to lament about it Oh yeah She really shouldn't waste the same hours that you've had.