Backwards Head

Cold wind blowing in the back of your head, you know.
The truth won't fall too far as the freedom grows.
And I don't know if I'm over coming round,
You're a makeshift island and a wailing sound.
The rolling hills are never stumbling in what they know.

The truth won't stray too far from the trees they own.
And I don't know if I'm ever coming round,
You can take this Highland and the failing found.

Backwards head, you're living in the past.
You think like that, you know you're never gonna last
"Where was I when the good times came to pass?"
Your backwards head was living in the past.

What's far fetched in the world that we all see?
Judgment etched and hurled at what we each believe.
But I don't know if I ever wanna be
Anything more solid than a sailing dream.

You and I we've been through more.
We've got nothing to hide and nothing to show,
You know we're only lost in a world we shouldn't know.

Backwards head, you're living in the past.
You think like that, you know you're never gonna last
"Where was I when the good times came to pass?"
Your backwards head was living in the past.

You and I we've been through more.
We've got nothing to hide and nothing to show,
You know we're only lost in a world we shouldn't know.
We have come too far to fall.
We've got nothing to hide and nothing to show,
You know we're only lost in a world we shouldn't know.