Anti... anti... I woke up in a city where the rain forgets to fall, the birds fly backwards just to prove they flew at all. The clocks are running in reverse, the mirrors don't reflect, I lost my shadow on a corner, didn't even check. I tried to say "I love you," but the words came out as "wait," I tried to touch your hand, but I only found the gate. The gate was made of nothing, the hinges made of no, I stepped into the garden where the backwards flowers grow. Come into the world where nothing has a name... There's no time to be, no time to be sane— Anti-gravity, anti-matter, anti-you, anti-me— Anti... anti... We rise up from the sea, we fall into the sky— Rising... (falling) The sun is underneath us, and it's shining from below— The world is over... But in this backwards world, there's nowhere left to go— Nowhere... I walk through rooms where silence is a kind of sound, I breathe the air that breathes me, I am nowhere to be found. I see the future stretching back into the past, I hear the echo of a question never asked. But the past is just a hole where the present used to be, and the future is a ghost that you and I will never see. Then let it be a ghost, a whisper, or a lie— I can't, I can't, I need to know the reason why. Two worlds, two hearts, two different signs, One sees the underneath, the other sees the mines. I want to build a house where the rooms are made of light— I want to live in darkness, where the stars come out at night. And somehow we are both the same, two voices tangled in a name. Anti-gravity, anti-matter, anti-you, anti-me— Anti... anti... We rise up from the sea, we fall into the sky— Rising... (falling) The sun is underneath us, and it's shining from below— The world is over... But in this backwards world, there's nowhere left to go— Nowhere... Anti... Anti...
