Was I running backwards
Or was it all just a dream
It was a beautiful morning
It was all I could see
Should I ask for an antidote?
Should I ask her to take it slow?
I don’t know
I should offer an anecdote
About some place I used to go
My M. O
It’s you sometimes it’s you
It’s true sometimes it’s true
We were just born slipping
Slipping away
Am I running backwards?
Or am I just still asleep
And I’m right in the middle
Of a beautiful dream
You were listening on a stethoscope
Asking me to take it slow
But I don’t know
I’m looking for an antidote
Something to speed it up or make it slow
Before you know…
It’s you sometimes it’s you
It’s true sometimes it’s true
We were just born slipping
Slipping away
