I dream a little bit   About the chance of seeing you   And outside stays true      And outside through the window pane   And the hole in my brain      I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself   I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself   I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself   I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself   I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself      And honey, it's stunning   At such a peculiar pace   I see the wrinkles in your face   Start to deepen and form      And outside through the window pane   And the hole in my brain      I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself   I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself   I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself   I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself   I'm getting, getting, getting hold of myself      And I said we'll run until the sun burns out   And I'd like to know   Who wants to run until the sun burns out?   And I'd like to, I?d like to      And I said we'll run until the sun burns out   And I'd like to know   Who wants to run until the sun burns out?   And I'd like to, I?d like to      Honey, it's fitting   At such an unusual time   I see the freckles and the lines   Start to darken and sag      And I said we'll run until the sun burns out   And I'd like to know   Who wants to run until the sun burns out?   And I'd like to, I?d like to      And I said we'll run until the sun burns out   And I'd like to know   Who wants to run until the sun burns out?   And I'd like to, I?d like to      And I said we'll run until the sun burns out   Run until the sun burns out   Who wants to run until the sun burns out?   Run until the sun burns out