Slow Would be the tempo of the restless soul You have seen what a listless life can bring Wait, and then you wait until he's waiting for The latency of everything
Slow Will be the rhythm of the hummingbird The quick speed in the shutter of his eye On flowers you will pose and you will spread the word on how the world is slowly passing by
Slow Entireness of your control Of the moment that is nearly standing still And wait for a minute and not a second more Unphased like a forbidden thrill
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 can slow up I'm gonna slow up 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 of getting lost in your eternal crush
Slow Would be the tempo of the restless mind You've seen what a listless life can bring And wait and then he waits until he's waiting for For the latency of everything
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 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