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