I used to get out of our bed at night
I'd open up the fridge
And try and catch the little lightbulb light up inside
Fifty years from now
Will refrigerators still work like that?
When I sing this song
Will I have to first explain about that?
Ah, fifty years from now, will we even care to sing?
Time is a millstone grinding us like grain into flour
For someone else's bread
I love you, and it's time to go
I love you, and so I know I've got to go
I love you, and it's time to go
I love you, and so I know it's time for me to go