Everything moving is slowing down again

Finally stopping, and then going in reverse

Now I am living among the Milanese

Now all my grandparents rise up from their graves

Our house is being reclaimed by the gypsies

All of our dogs are returned to their litters, and then the womb

You and I staying up nights on the futon

Quickly become very strange to each other, you move away

Now I am taking a bus to the ocean

Now I'm asleep on a boat with my sister, and very small

Every parting's the end of a memory

Now I am held in the hands of the midwife

Then I am gone