What'd I spend four years on [bad word] back home
The dry land billows out in front of me all up in smoke

I'm spinning, slow, slow in reverse
Slow, slow in reverse

I'm looking for a sign to let me know
That we're still spinning out there and we will, we will be putting on a show

I'm spinning slow, slow in reverse
Slow, slow in reverse.
Slow, slow, slow in reverse.
Slow, slow, slow

I wanna see
That it's for me

I believe that the dreams are meant to be
I believe that the [bad word] after me
Don't tell our mother, bout what's happening to me

What glitters on the horizon staring at me
mirror flashes morse code and the sky opens up to breathe

I know the devil's nearby
I feel the hunger inside
I know [bad word] after me

Slow, slow in reverse
Slow, slow in reverse
Slow, slow, slow in reverse
Slow, slow, slow

I wanna see
That it's for me

I believe that the dreams are meant to be
I believe that the [bad word] after me
Don't sleep, don't dream something you don't believe