Slow Motion - Stef Chura

Why can’t I watch you?

Growing in slow motion

I can feel you starting

I can feel you slowing

Going down the road

In this out of control locomotive

That is not stopping

For no one

You bottle me

In your pocket and explode

Give me something

And I don’t know what it’s for

And right when it starts to feel like home

It’s time to go

You’ll be looking

At a depression in the sand

At the silhouette

Of an unfolded hand

If there’s nothing

At the finish of our plan

We can just start over

Right back where we began

If it doesn’t

Happen too fast

It’s gonna happen real slow

It will just slip out your fingers

And you won’t even notice

Which way it went

Which way it goes

Why can’t I watch you?

Growing in slow motion

I can feel you starting

I can feel you slowing

Going down the road

In this out of control locomotive

That is not stopping

For no one

You bottle me

In your pocket and explode

Give me something and

I don’t know what it’s for

And right when it starts

To feel like home

It’s gonna slip out your fingers and

You don’t even notice

Which way it went

Which way it goes