Backwards, forwards but making no ground at all
Standing in the city with the clocks counting one
And your face is still wet from the fight before
As your tears hit the ground blue flowers spring from them
Baby I‘m ashamed of the things I put you through
Baby I‘m ashamed of the man I was for you
And all you said, in your quietest voice was
“I needed you as much as they do”
And all you said, in your quietest voice was
“I needed you as much as they do”
How fast must we