Too Busy For Love

Clock hands jerk but

Your two are nowhere to be seen

Give me something

Five digits and a palm

Around, around, around my neck

Or at least around my wrist

I’ve been gone so much

That I’ve started losing touch with touch

No I don’t wanna be too busy for love

Too busy for love, too busy for love

No I wanna make time for you

I wanna make time for you

There are seven things in this world

That can make me feel alive

Two of them are secret

But you hold the key to the other five

And I’d rip a hole in space

I’d tear a hole in time

If it meant that I could hold

Your body in mine

No I don’t wanna be too busy for love

Too busy for love, too busy for love

No I wanna make time for you

I wanna make time for you

No I don’t wanna be too for love

Too busy for love, too busy for love

You know I wanna make time for you

I’m gonna make time for you

I’m gonna make time for you

I’m gonna make time for you