So you watch the sunrise sinking
And she's talking in her sleep
A dream of how alone she was
Tomorrow when you keep
All those promises to someone
In a mirror you will find
At your parents' house in 1989.
Terrorized by the ruling party: calendars and commas.
Small request, could we please (Turn around and around and around) turn around?
Then you whisper your arrival
walking backwards to the door.
Wonder briefly what it is you're hesitating for.
All the streets lie down, deserted
in the darkest part of night,
To lead you through the evening to the light.
Pulled along in the tender grip of watches and ellipses.
Small request. Could we please (Turn around and around and around) turn around?
(Turn around and around and around)
Turn around?