Reverse

When you are in the doll and that is all you know,
You don’t decide to stay, you don’t decide to move.
You’re somewhere in between.
Without a moon and stars, you see the sky reversed,
And none of it is yours.
Reverse, reverse, reverse.
When you are in the doll and that is all you know,
You float into the lamp, you’re looking down below.
It is remote and cold, seeing from very far.
It is remote and cold, and none of it is yours.
Reverse, reverse, reverse, reverse.
When you are in the doll and the doll is walking you,
It’s talking all the things that should belong to you.
It is remote and cold, seeing from very far.
It is remote and cold, and none of it is yours.
Reverse, reverse, reverse, reverse.
Without a moon and stars…