Sasha stands in his yellow cafe,
Yes the heart of the city is here,
Sitting on his red leather sofa,
Man, I'll see you when I see you,
Polly is said to be the next big thing,
In her high-heeled boots and her two inch earrings,
Heart of glass, Blondie, sings in her ear,
You're a rock queen, honey and we all hear you!
Three minutes left to go,
Lucy had a hard time with love,
But love recently chose the right time for Lucy,
Loving when you know it's the final time,
She now holds time in her own mind
Yeah, Jimmies is a local for Michael,
A Guinness in one hand, in the other a fable, able,
I once asked are you a lonely man,
His reply was non-committal,
Cry, laugh, feel love, peace, panic,
These are your four minutes,
(I'm counting you down, four minutes of sound,
It's always a rush when you're around)
The final story is one of me,
Who with four minutes left has used up three,
I think of you, I think of me,
Then I think of nothing, it's the end you see, yeah!
With a four minute warning, a four minute warning,
I'm fading away, I'm fading away,
I'm fading away, I'm fading away,
There's only seconds left to go: