Step outside   This hasn't happened in a too-long time   A new warm wind has pulled your soul from mine   Disintegrating into green      Fields of flies   They wave their wire wings against my thighs   My eyelids, weapons against all un-kinds   It makes me wonder where you've been      Through the pines   Across the coast   Chase the ocean-line   My toes are tapping   As your words unwind   I've stayed exactly where I stand      And when we stop   It feels as though   We're rolling backwards   Down the road      When I'm still   My chest implodes   My eyes rolled backwards   Rolling backwards      Back inside   I study miles of atlas pages   Blind   My cells are stirring   And I've made my mind up   To go down the lane, again      Let me lie   Against your shoulder   In the desert night   Beneath the boulder   Of an old test site   And try to ask me where I've been      I remind you   Of the story of the sailor's bride   Who finally stole the boat   And rode the tide   Into the welcoming ocean      And when she stopped   It felt as though   The seas had swallowed   Her ankles      When I'm still   I feel just so   Rolling backwards   I'm rolling backwards      When we stop   It feels as though   We're rolling backwards   Down the road      When I'm still   My chest implodes   Rolling backwards   I'm rolling backwards      When we stop   It feels as though   We're rolling backwards   Down the road