Lyrics: Strike Whilst The Iron Is Hot

Thirty days of solitude
Is all it takes to realize my mistakes
The light has turned green
Gotta catch the plane of passion

Time to stop wondering
And redirect everything
Instead of counting sheep
In hope for far-fetched dreams

For it might be too late
Seven years is quite enough
Strike whilst the iron is hot
Before the flames die down
And everything's forgotten
Self promises broken
Oh no, no, no

On bright sunny day
We could be gone
And never get another chance
And the world is over
Let's be a song and dance team
And wipe the town off our feet
Hum the tune and say the words
Soon they'll sing along