(this is very 2nd-grade but that's what the Internet is for)

turn off the clocks
turn off the timers
turn off your phones
turn off you're alone

you are mine
outside space and time
the same old lines
inside space and time

turn off your scripts
they don't work on me
they cut me deep inside
where I've got the same old lines

you're mine
'cause we've got the same old lines
you could be me inside
outside of space and time

turn off the clocks
turn off the timers
turn off your bones
turn off

you're alone

(for some reason I always feel very driven to write love songs about scripting/passing and maybe a lot of them. which is actually probably less cheesy than other ideas for concept albums I've had.)