Eternity's Behind 4 Hours

There's a radio playing in stereo hi-fi

There's an unfit family who just keeps trying

There's a faceless crowd that screams with all of its might

She runs her hands through her hair

And she won't even listen

But if caught and cornered she'll admit that she misses him

It won't be close

It won't be outright

There's a fault in a plan

It caves with the level of commitment

And she will doubt his

And he will doubt hers

But life goes on even if eternity's behind four hours

There's ghosts in machines and nothing will faze it

If you're asking me let's go back to basics

When no one cares what's on TV

They throw candy to the moths and the poor ones save it

Post a picture on the wall for all to rate it

I'm disgusted that failure stems from a poor level of commitment

And she will doubt his

And he will doubt hers

But life goes on even if eternity's behind four hours