Natalie Holmes - Backwards

Where did it come from,
I don’t dare to ask,
In fear of losing it all,
And breaking the glass.

Retracing my steps,
Through the trail that I left,
In fear of forgetting where it started,
Forgetting the best.

Walking backwards through the streets to the place where we meet,
The smiles disappear and I lose you my dear,
I think I’d rather go forwards.

I see a box of broken things,
But it’s hidden behind a sepia mist,
And I see her crying in her bed,
Not the faintest clue of what’s up ahead.
Ooohhh

Walking backwards through the streets to the place where we meet,
The smiles disappear and I lose you my dear,
I think I’d rather go forwards.

Walking backwards through the streets to the place where we meet,
The smiles disappear and I lose you my dear,
I think I’d rather go forwards.

Flashbacks in my head,
Before I ever had you,
I’d rather not think.
I’ve come a long way from back in that day.

Walking backwards through the streets to the place where we meet,
The smiles disappear and I lose you my dear,
I think I’d rather go forwards.

Walking backwards through the streets to the place where we meet,
The smiles disappear and I lose you my dear,
I think I’d rather go forwards.