Watches of Switzerland, ticking our time away.
I said I'd get you one some day.
Something simple in polished steel, but not enough to make you stay.
Maybe I'll meet you there watching the minute hands.
Counting the hours we throw away.
Perpetual motion and beautifully made.
Aren't enough of them in the day.
Not quite enough of them in the day.
Watches of Switzerland, keepers of time, keeper of distance, the hours slip by.
One of these days when I meet you there, will you wish you were still unaware?
Will you wish you were still unaware?