Tekster: Mark Owen. Four Minute Warning.

Four minutes left to go,
Is this the end then?
Message on your stereo,
Four minute warning,
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do?
A few short stories,
A four minute warning
Sasha stands in his yellow cafe,
Yes the heart of the city is here,
So he tells me,
Sitting on his red leather sofa,
He's rolling another,
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,
Is this the end then?
Message on your stereo,
Four minute warning,
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do?
A few short stories,
A four minute warning
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,
I am what I am, man'
Two minutes left to go,
Is this the end then?
Message on your stereo,
Four minute warning,
Everybody wants to know,
What should we do?
A few short stories,
A four minute warning
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!
One minute left to go,
Is this the end then?
Message on your stere