Lyrics

there's plenty of ways to say
"feeling afraid of time ticking onward"
but words never did a thing to change
some kind of a foreign thought,
though it's no trouble to see where it dawned from
leaving me to the teeth of days

searching for leads to climb
warping my mind to impossible sequence
feels like some futile way to waste
incessantly fixed on a finding
some kind new way of grinding
the gears of all our clocks backwards

occupying all my nerves
wondering why we sing to a swan song
still subservient to today
incessantly fixed on a finding
some kind of new way of grinding
the gears on all our clocks backwards

if we could just
reverse
if we could leave
the now
we could tell
ourselves
we're fine
we're fine

backwards