Everyone needs a genie in a lamp, A shortcut out, a sleight of hand. Ancient red handprints in a cave, Echoing what we can't erase. A wireless charger for your sins, For all the years you let them win. Upstairs, the dishes crash and break, Like memories we can't unmake. No more wishes, no rewind, No bringing back what’s left behind. Venice sinks, the hearse pulls out, Dead and gone, a widow shouts. The genie’s no good, the rules are too tight, And we're too drunk to make this right. No potions left to force your love, No magic words, no help from above. A priest just mumbles through the mass, As life goes speeding way too fast. I wish my friend could turn back time, But the curse won't bend, the stars won’t shine. Upstairs, the dishes crash and break, Like memories we can't unmake. No more wishes, no rewind, No bringing back what’s left behind. Venice sinks, the hearse pulls out, Dead and gone, a widow shouts. The genie’s no good, the rules are too tight, And we're too drunk to make this right. A self-cleaning carpet for your dirty acts, A house in the trees with it's past still intact. But no spell can fix this, no trick, no pact, I want to go home, but I can't go back. No rewind... The hearse pulls out... (Drive it down...) No rewind... (No rewind...) No rewind... (No rewind...)
