How to Stop Time

When the sun rises tomorrow
Certainly will be there a gloomy shadow
Of all the worlds that have defined us
And now, it only makes sense for us
We have met to part our ways
It was already written all over the wall;

Walk slowly and let the second hand pause
Drive slowly and let the minute hand pause
Breath slowly and let the hour hand pause
And we can delay the farewell fairly well

And then, in slow motion the agonising pain swells;
Stop.