Falling backwards when you're not around
And if our world is broken
Then hide away in autumn
And shut out the fascists and the cowards

Time goes slowly when you are around
And if all is in the movement, precariously chosen
I'm certainly slow motion bound

Passing into light blanket me and tell me there's no design
And if our world is broken and I don't feel that good
Close the screen and turn everything down

Passing into light blanket me and tell me there's no design
And if our world is broken
Then hide away in autumn
And shut out the fascists and the cowards