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.