So you watch the sunrise sinking and she's talking in her sleep A dream of how alone she was tomorrow when you keep All those promises to someone in a mirror you will find At your parents' house in 1989
Terrorized By the ruling party, calenders and commas Small request Could we please turn around and around and around?
Turn around
So you whisper your arrival walking backwards to the door Wonder briefly what it is you're hesitating for All the streets lie down, deserted in the darkest part of night To lead you through the evening to the light
Pulled along In the tender grip of watches and ellipses Small request Could we please turn around and around and around?
