Time’s been slipping sideways… feels too fast tonight.

Your face in that low light makes the minutes fold in half.

If I could slow the whole world down,

Just long enough to breathe you in

I would.

I swear I would.

But the room is starting to tilt…

Stop the clock, I’m losing track

The second you leaned in, the hands flew off their axis.

I barely caught my balance

Your smile hit me sideways,

And now the whole damn room is keeping time with your footsteps.

You pull me into motion like you’re winding up a toy.

But instead of breaking, I start lighting up with joy.

Didn’t plan to dance tonight

Didn’t plan to feel this right

But here we are, and time’s already given up.

If moments were something we could save,

I’d pocket this one quick before it shakes itself loose

But you tug my sleeve,

And the beat outruns the truth.

Stop the clock, stop the clock

I’m not ready for the night to turn over.

Let the hands get lost,

Let the rhythm toss us higher and closer.

If this rush is wrong,

I don’t want it slowed

Stop the clock…

Just don’t stop holding me.

Tick-tick, break it.

Swing it, shake it.

(yeah, keep me spinning)

Tick-tick, fake it.

Time can wait if

we don’t stop moving.

You laugh like you’ve been here before,

Like you know the cracks in the floorboards where the tempo spills out.

Your fingers find my arm

And suddenly I’m not shy about anything

Not the heat, not the speed, not the fact that I’m falling.

I’ve spent years trying to keep things neat,

But your rhythm hits different

Messy, loud, honest.

And I kinda like the chaos

When it’s born from your hands.

If time wants to argue, let it knock.

We’re busy rewriting the night.

Stop the clock, stop the clock

I’m not ready for the night to turn over.

Let the hands get lost,

Let the rhythm toss us higher and closer.

If this rush is wrong,

I don’t want it slowed

Stop the clock…

Just don’t stop holding me.

Listen

The world is getting breathless.

Like it knows we stole a minute

And we’re not giving it back.

If this is what breaking the rules feels like,

Then break ’em again.

Stop the clock, stop the clock

Let the night keep looping forever.

Spinning off its hinge,

But somehow landing lighter together.

If tomorrow calls,

Let it leave a message

Stop the clock…

'Cause this right here is better.

Mmm…

Stop the clock…

Just a little longer.