I can hear the car downshifting as it enters the run-down part of town
I can hear the clock ticking, and the spring inside is winding down
I can feel my heartbeat running strong and true
But I just don’t know you
I can hear the motor turning the propellor of the plane up in the sky
I can see the flowers wilting, brown leaves falling from the tree
I can feel a teardrop falling from my eye
Because without you, I’m not free
I can feel the still air, breath in, breath out
I can flip a coin; watch it spin and see my doubt
Of heads or tails, the choice isn’t mine
I cannot choose; if I only could decline