| This is no time to hesitate, |
| The line slips into overload; |
| The mixture too thick, |
| The touch too close to the motherlode. |
| Time — there’s so little time |
| To do anything that’s not useless… |
| You tried for a little while |
| To hide your face from the future. |
| Now you thought it was released, |
| You find that it’s captured, |
| It sticks to your hand, you can’t let it go. |
| Wat you knew as pain |
| Has turned into rapture, |
| But nothing goes away, it just changes… |
| You know it’s the right tempo, right place, |
| But something’s gone wrong with the |
| Cardiograph |
| Oh, your day shadow and your night face, |
| You thought it was forever |
| — but it doesn’t last. |
| Time, there’s so little time |
| To do away with the tension; |
| I try for a little while |
| To put it all in suspension. |
| I thought I was released, |
| I find that I’m captured, |
| The groove sticks, it won’t let me go. |
| The glass stain is now seen as fractured |
| And try as I may I can’t change, |
| But I know it’s the wrong tempo, wrong place |
| And something’s gone wrong with the |
| Autograph |
| Oh, the day shadow and the night face |
| Conspire into prophecy… |
| This is no time for hesitation. |
| This is no time to hesitate, |
| It’s no time to look for another road; |
| The shiver begins, |
| The touch too cold on the motherlode |
| This is no time for hesitation, |
| Hesitation, |
| Hesitation |