There was a man that knew too much   With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb   His golden touch to ignore the will of time   Had me struck down open to the fact   I was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back      Time is not a moment we’re letting slip away   There’s nothing left to say it’s changing every day   The way I’m thinking in different shades of grey   It’s not enough to say that this is my love      He had the anti midas touch   Temporary state of mind   But a chance to die enhances growth   Now I’m trembling all the time   Stumble round making faces on the scene   Scene what what   Stumble round make your faces on your own      Time is not a moment we’re letting slip away   There’s nothing left to say it’s changing every day   The way I’m thinking in different shades of grey   It’s not enough to say that this is my love      I’m not your mocking bird   That sings your cellar song   She got a paper run   You’re compensated      Can we all gather round on the scene   Can we all move around on our own   Are ya a mover shaker all alone      Time is not a moment we’re letting slip away   There’s nothing left to say it’s changing every day   The way I’m thinking in different shades of grey   It’s not enough to say   Time is not a moment we’re letting slip away   There’s nothing left to say but this is my love      I’m not your mocking bird   That sings your cellar song   She got a paper run to write your letters wrong