El: From the second I'm awake, I'm restless, demanding/ Eat anticipation for breakfast, I'm starving/ Producing beautiful new tunes to spin/ I'm assuming ludicrous pseudonyms/ I'm tuning an invention, every second is a sentencing.../ Where soon is an adventure and forever could be anything or everything/ Precious treasured seconds to be measured in/ Precious memories left as excellent specimens/ Settle in and listen, every second I'm menacing in masks like I was entering some Mexican wrestling/ I'm dark entropy's enemy and ready to run/ I race past every day like the setting of suns/ Til each verse is the best that I ever begun/ So instead of just words, turns to getting it done/ Are your seconds heavyweight if they were measured in fun?/ Will you settle second place or end up second to none because...

Time keeps on slipping

Jon: I'll second that/ I been collecting seconds back since I was a sweaty lad/ Man, still I never let one pass/ I want my memories pregnant, fat/ So that I'm not a scratched record as a grandad
El: Life moves pretty fast
Jon: And so I catch the blur/ Sixty snaps per minute, the photographs occur/ With an attention span that burns Attenborough's cameras/ Can I capture Planet Earth?
El: Yes!
Jon: Not a sec sec second to waste/ They're getting away!/ I'm watching documentary tapes.../ Of Nepalese beehives with hexagon shapes/ Covered in insects that can make Mexican waves/ Oi! Whatever your name/ Let's pay attention again and document the pleasure, the pain/ If you thought you we're dead anyway.../ Would you sex on a plane if you reckoned only seconds remained because...

Time keeps on slipping