Make Things Last - Celluloide

Running fast

Trying to make things last

Always step ahead

When memories echo in your head

But nothing will remain

When all is taken

Running after me

Makes no sense

Trying to hold me, trying to stop me

Has no chance

Holding back

Trying to change of track

But always step ahead

There’s nothing you can do instead

There’s no change of speed

As you do not lead

Running after me

Makes no sense

Trying to hold me, trying to stop me

Has no chance