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.