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 (x4)

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 (x4)

Oh 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 (x4)

There´s nothing there