In a backwards world,
In a upsidedown place,
We might cry in public,
Or stay at home, just to save face.
On an inversed Earth,
At a reversed time,
Killing yourself from the inside is alright,
But smiling is a crime.
Maybe if up was down,
And down was up,
The world would seem less flat,
Than did when it were round.
And in this backwords world, with it's backwards way,
You might be running into my arms,
Where right now, you're running away.