Lyrics
Everything moving is slowing down again
Finally stopping, and then going in reverse
Now I am living among the Milanese
Now all my grandparents rise up from their graves
Our house is being reclaimed by the gypsies
All of our dogs are returned to their litters, and then the womb
You and I staying up nights on the futon
Quickly become very strange to each other, you move away
Now I am taking a bus to the ocean
Now I'm asleep on a boat with my sister, and very small
Every parting's the end of a memory
Now I am held in the hands of the midwife
Then I am gone
