What if my shadow turned around
And saw reflections of me?
Would it want to be myself anymore?
What if my heart, it could see?
Sometimes life's backwards
Sometimes life's backwards
If the pictures of me could see who I am
The technicolor past set in stone
Would it want to join my life again?
Or would it rather stay trapped in time alone?
Sometimes life's backwards, woah
Sometimes life's backwards
Sometimes life's backwards, woah
Sometimes life's backwards
Your shadow's not for certain
Your picture can always change
