Slow   Would be the tempo of the restless soul   He's seen what a listless life can bring   Wait, and then he waits until he's waiting for   The latency of everything      Slow   Would be the rhythm of the hummingbird   The quick speed in the shutter of his eyes   On flowers he will pose and he will spread the words   On how the world is slowly passing by      Slow   In the tiredness of your control   Of the moment that is nearly standing still   Delayed for a minute and not a second more   Then fades like a forbidden thrill      Gently behind the beat   We shuffle on ancient streets   The reverb of time   Is our vantage point      We slept for a million years   Lived through a million fears   We are not nervous   We will not ask for more      If you can slow up   I'm gonna slow up too      Slow   Like the kissing of a lazy cheek   Like the limit and the deadline of the rush   And words, words waiting for you to speak   Or getting lost in your eternal crush      Slow   Would be the tempo of the restless mind   He's seen what a listless life can bring   Wait and then he waits until he's waiting for   The latency of everything      Gently behind the beat   We shuffle on ancient streets   The reverb of time   Is our vantage point   We slept for a million years   Lived through a million fears   We are not nervous   We will not ask for more      Pawns of the troubled times   And kings of our petty crimes   The minds will function   With a small delay      See what the past has planned   The future's a beggar's hand   The more we understand   The slower our days      If you can slow up   I'm gonna slow up too