Natalie Holmes Backwards
Ooh Ooh
Where did it come from, I don't dare to ask
In fear of losing it all, and breaking the glass
And retracing my steps through the trail that I left
In fear of forgetting where it started
Forgetting the best
I'm walking backwards through the streets
to the place where we meet
The smiles disappear
And I lose you my dear
I think I'd rather go forwards
Ooh Ooh
I see a box
Of broken things
But it's hidden behind a sepia mist
And I see her crying in her bed
Not the slightest clue of what's up ahead
And Ooh Ooh
Walking backwards through the streets
to the place where we meet
The smiles disappear
And I lose you my dear
I think I'd rather go forwards
Walking backwards through the streets
to the place where we meet
The smiles disappear
And I lose you my dear
I think I'd rather go forwards
And it's alright cause I'm stuck in the middle of the timeline
And you're holding my hand
And it may seem a little strange at first
But we're not going backward anymore
Walking backwards through the streets
to the place where we meet
The smiles disappear
And I lose you my dear
I think I'd rather go forwards
Walking backwards through the streets
to the place where we meet
The smiles disappear
And I lose you my dear
I think I'd rather go forwards
