Slow
Slow
Would be the tempo of the restless soul
You've seen what a listless life can bring
Wait, and then wait until he's waiting for
The delay didn't see off everything
Slow
Would be the rhythm of the hummingbird
The quick speed in the shatter of his eyes
On flowers you will pose and he will spit the words
And how the world will slowly pass you by
Slow
And tiredness of your control
Of the moment that is nearly standing still
To wait for a minute and not a second more
And a face like a forbidden thrill
[chorus]
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 come slower I'm gonna slow 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
You see what a listless life can bring
And wait and then he waits until he's waiting for
For the wait didn't see off everything
[chorus]...
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 come slower I'm gonna slow too