strike whilst the iron is hot

thirty days of solitude

is all it take to realize my mistakes

the light has turned green

gotta catch the plane of passion

time to stop wondering

and redirect everything

instead of counting sheep

in hope for far-fetch dreams

for it might be too late

seven years is quite enough

strike while the iron is hot

before the flames die down

and everything's forgotten

self promises broken

oh no

no

no

one bright sunny day

we could be gone

and never get another chance

and the world is over

let's be a song and dance team

and wipe the town off our feet

hum the tune and say the words

soon they'll sing along

time to stop wondering

and redirect everything

instead of counting sheep

in hope for far-fetch dreams

for it might be too late

seven years is quite enough

strike while the iron is hot

before the flames die down

and everything's forgotten

self promises broken

oh no

no

no