When nothing's fluid you drink yourself through it
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, you will you always slip backwards?
Outside you draw, draw yourself
Just now, I see you always slip backwards
I feel as though I've left instructions there
Hey yeah, have you always slipped backwards?
Oh, nothing's ruined 'cause we still have the picture
The garage room, well, they've pulled it down
Could it be that you were so small that
Feel the breeze, that's a real thing that touches your skin
Of dog roses and stuff for the pyre
But memories, well, they're not real
Now can we visit your old house again?
There's nothing there
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Just now, oh, you always slip
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
