Aging backwards now - it's not too late
Every season turns to self-defense
Running backwards now - seams like fate
And every vital move is all pretense
Aging backwards now - it's not too late
Every season turns to self-defense
Running backwards now - seams like fate
And every vital move is all pretense
Strange love comes
In forms I can't rely on
Eyes got closed
Failures below
Signs are lost
No things I can rely on
I was lost
Bound to the love