ELEVEN ELEVEN
(John Faye)

It's 11:11
And I've been wishing
For comfort, for contact, for ammunition
To combat this feeling
That I'll be losing you

So how do you define insanity?
Is that the way it is between you and me?

It's 11:11
And our collision
Has come back to haunt me, and indecision
Undoes me and I get
What you think I deserve

So how do you define infinity?
It's just the way it is and will always be?

So take a good look at my hands
And try to understand why
I'm waving goodbye
Time won't let me down

And when nobody asks
Why I'm not around...

I hope that we can find our sanity
By holding onto something
That no one sees

So take a good look at my hands
And try to understand why
I'm waving goodbye
Time, don't let me down

It's 11:11
And I've been wishing
But you don't believe in my superstition