Conduct my train of thought and I'm running off the tracks,
A hot air balloon and the light of the moon,
Have landed me here and I'm stuck without a map,
Now I'm inclined,
To slow down the time
Feelings of love for you, at seventeen,
Priests and populations say I don't know what that means,
But from waiting for you, to kissing you in August
I'm sure that what I've told you is as true as it seems
Now I'm inclined,
To slow down the time.
