Eternity's Behind 4 Hours

There's a radio playing in stereo hi-fi
There's an unfit family that just keeps trying
There's a faceles crowd that screams with all of it's might
She runs her hands through her hair
She won't even listen
But if caught and cornered she'll admit that she misses him
But it won't be close; it won't be outright
There's a fault in a plan; it caves with the level of commitment

And she will doubt his
And he will doubt hers
But life goes on
Even if eternity's behind 4 hours

There is ghosts in machines and nothing will faze it
If you're asking me, let's go back to basics
When no one cares what's on TV
They throw candy to the moths and the poor ones save it
Post a picture on the wall for all to rate it
I'm disgusted that failure stems from poor level of commitment

And she will doubt his
And he will doubt hers
But life goes on
Even if eternity's behind 4 hours