Think I'd like to climb down in a hole down in the bottom of the world below twist myself back out of sight looking gla** says have a look inside drink a little bottle and I disappear smaller I grow, smaller all my fears I can fit inside the heard of anywhere looking gla** blues and I don't care time ticks backwards and the day is null borrowing dreams from a buying ground stranded on a chest board, I can't move and I don't even want to sing these backwards blues backwards blues backwards blues what can you see through a looking gla** the opposite of everything that you can't have you can't have good or bad I see what exists outside myself the absence of something that I know to well now the fear is reaching like a hand in a glove the ugliest thing inside a heard you can think of I walk through a key big as the sun past all meanings and the things we've done counterfeit soul with an infant brain cause that's how we gonna get along today