I hope you stay in charge of your mouth
I hope you stay in charge of it
When nothing's fluid you drink yourself through it
Outside you draw, draw yourself
Feel the breeze, that's a real thing that touches your skin
But memories, well, they're not real
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
There's nothing there
Now can we visit your old house again?
I feel as though I've left instructions there
Could it be that you were so small that
The garage room, well, they've pulled it down
Oh, nothing's ruined 'cause we still have the picture
Of dog roses and stuff for the pyre
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey yeah, have you always slipped backwards?
Just now, I see you always slip backwards
Oh, you will you always slip backwards?
Just now, oh, you always slip
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
There's nothing there
