60 minutes, it's all we've got
trapped in time by the tick and tock
I feel it slipping, quick say something!
That thieving cursed bloody clock
46 minutes, moving on
I don't know what to say or do
Talk about life, talk about strife
just tell me something about you
33 minutes speeding up
and soon we'll have to say goodbye.
Thinking causes... all these pauses
Will you say something, or shall I?
20 minutes, more than halfway.
The coffee is stale and cold
Small talk's a waste, when done in haste
Sadly neither of us are bold
9 minutes, and then we depart
it's caught us, it is depleted
The hour's dead, should plan ahead
For this time we've been defeated