Step outsidenThis hasn't happened in a too-long timenA new warm wind has pulled your soul from minenDisintegrating into greennnFields of fliesnThey wave their wire wings against my thighsnMy eyelids, weapons against all un-kindsnIt makes me wonder where you've beennnThrough the pinesnAcross the coastnChase the ocean-linenMy toes are tappingnAs your words unwindnI've stayed exactly where I standnnAnd when we stopnIt feels as thoughnWe're rolling backwardsnDown the roadnnWhen I'm stillnMy chest implodesnMy eyes rolled backwardsnRolling backwardsnnBack insidenI study miles of atlas pagesnBlindnMy cells are stirringnAnd I've made my mind upnTo go down the lane, againnnLet me lienAgainst your shouldernIn the desert nightnBeneath the bouldernOf an old test sitenAnd try to ask me where I've beennnI remind younOf the story of the sailor's bridenWho finally stole the boatnAnd rode the tidenInto the welcoming oceannnAnd when she stoppednIt felt as thoughnThe seas had swallowednHer anklesnnWhen I'm stillnI feel just sonRolling backwardsnI'm rolling backwardsnnWhen we stopnIt feels as thoughnWe're rolling backwardsnDown the roadnnWhen I'm stillnMy chest implodesnRolling backwardsnI'm rolling backwardsnnWhen we stopnIt feels as thoughnWe're rolling backwardsnDown the road