Paroles de Luddite

Running in slow motion, almost in reverse (The dream always begins the same way) At first, no one else around is affected Everything looks the same, But in the wrong time I move my mouth but the sound won't come Heat wave lines ripple up like a TV dream The sun stays high, not setting And then the sound starts slipping around Linear time clock sucks in backwards Looking out ahead to the past, to a better time I'm passing myself. See me running by Relief in a dream of the world. Running in rewind.