She moves like lightning, is as contagious as the sun. Her moods are frightening, and I'm pretty sure that soon we'll be done. I try to pin her down, but she's always on the run. I wanna catch her, but I can't slow her down. She slips through my fingers like a symptom of the wind. And though I keep on knocking, she never lets me in. But I don't mind so much, as long as I can hear her sing. I wanna catch her, but I can't slow her down. No, I cannot tempt her. No, I cannot slow her down at all. I try to abide by her, but she never remains the same. She stays as still as the winter's eye beneath the temper of a flame. And I've paid, or at least I've tried, to fid affections in her pains. I wanna catch her, but I can't slow her down.