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