It's five in the morning where you are You're learning a language, beginning with "far" I'm glad you're awake now, and picking your scars We do it all backwards, wherever we are
Turn. Turn around.
You're living on the breadcrumbs of love that you found We were never ashamed love off the ground I'm changing my skin now from white into brown There's sun in the winter now, things are turning around
Turn. Turn around.
Turning up, turning in my dream. I've come a long way. Turning up. Turn. Turn it again.