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