Time is running out Don't you surrender, to the sound of time It ain't so tender, for a beating pulse For a beating pulse... If we can't surrender, for the days ahead If we can make up for, for the days behind There's nothing we can, but to breathe and die There's no point in trying, if you're out of plans There's no time for regrets, when the art is done Feeling all the feelings, in a lonesome fall