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, calendars and commas
Small request
Could we please turn around (and around and around)
Turn around
Then 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)
Turn around (turn around and around and around)