Eternity's Behind 4 Hours

There's a radio playing in stereo hi-fiThere's an unfit family who just keeps tryingThere's a faceless crowd that screams with all of its mightShe runs her hands through her hairAnd she won't even listenBut if caught and cornered she'll admit that she misses himIt won't be closeIt won't be outrightThere's a fault in a planIt caves with the level of commitmentAnd she will doubt hisAnd he will doubt hersBut life goes on even if eternity's behind four hoursThere's ghosts in machines and nothing will faze itIf you're asking me let's go back to basicsWhen no one cares what's on TVThey throw candy to the moths and the poor ones save itPost a picture on the wall for all to rate itI'm disgusted that failure stems from a poor level of commitmentAnd she will doubt hisAnd he will doubt hersBut life goes on even if eternity's behind four hours