Little 12:00 beside my bed
A steady pulsing blinking red
Black out shades on the windowpane

In this room I established
a space where time does not exist
I guess that's technically the universe

But I don't want to know
I don't want to know
what time it is
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
what time it is

Little 12:00 on the microwave
Some time when I was away
I guess the power went out when I wasn't around

When I was in Alaska I wouldn't have asked you
'cause I knew the answer wouldn't have mattered
but now that I'm home I already know

that I don't want to know
I don't want to know
what time it is
I don't want to know
I don't want to know
what time it is

When I close my eyes, slowly breathe, clear my mind, I'm trying to believe
that if I can't see you you can't see me
That's how it ought to be

So I keep peeking out nervously, turning 'round, acting like I didn't see
Well, it shouldn't matter much to me
Some call it destiny

Little 12:00 on the VCR
It's best to keep you in the dark
Nothing new, I can rely on you

Inequipped for Y2K
Still thinks it's 1998
I couldn't bear to break the news

'cause you don't want to know
You don't want to know
what time it is
You don't want to know
You don't want to know
what time it is

So I close my eyes, slowly breathe, clear my mind, trying to believe
that it doesn't matter much to me