Before We Stopped To Think

There are black pots hangin' round the sink

Before we stop to think

We're not the ones who need a drink

Before we stop to think

And we stop to catch our breath

And we stop fearing our death

That's when we die

And we stopped to tear apart the clock from our beating heart

We would write our songs slow

And we tried to speed them up

We would write our songs soft

Then we'd try to make them tough

And we stop to catch our breath

And we stop fearing our death

That's when we die