The Hands of Change

It scares me
How fast things are moving
Everything feels different
But I can't tell what's changed
And the clocks oh
They're spinning in circles
I can only watch
The hands of change
And it terrifies me
The thought of what I could be
In fifteen years or so
In fifteen years or so
Cause in my dreams
I'm singing to a crowd of screams
But then they're gone
And I'm all alone
I want to rewind
And play childish games
I'll chase you around
And call you names
But secretly
You are the boy for me
And we'll hold hands
As we skip around the playground