Friend or foe? I don't know.
I want to be in your arms.
I remember few, but I remember you…and that makes me all but certain.
With a small advance, I’d give you a chance,
then eventually, I'll pull the curtain.
When the clock strikes two in the new winter dew,
I'll give up the hope of you coming.
After then, I’ll be me, and dance in the glee,
because our clock will finally stop running.