Lyrics

Walking Backwards

She was beautiful
Translucent and remote
Like a photograph I’d seen in a coffee table book about ballet

She’s walking backwards
Out of the leering maze of the men she’d often catch
Slack-faced and blushed beneath her gaze

It’s been a hard time to be here

She was a dancer then
A painter in her dreams
A famous movie star
It seems like only things you count on disappear

She’s walking backwards
Out of the line of fire
Of the bleary-eyed refrain of the judgement song sung by a drunken choir

It’s been a hard time to be here