If, the same way it does in me, it happens in you
Now and then imagining scenarios
Where it'd be possible to rearrange
The order of events, get to know me
In another time, another context, on some random path
From a book written backwards
Far from fame, from music, from compositions
From windows and signs and cars
From roads and square meters
I'd like to know what it'd be like
I'd like to know what it'd be like
Instead of what was sacred, yet improper for me
And the truths I never told
Would print in paint the pictures of an impossible room
If we saw ourselves simultaneously fatter and thinner
If I broke the silence
And got out of the aquarium
If I said what I think
Without thinking about what I say
I'd like to know what it'd be like
I'd like to know what it'd be like
I'd like to know what it'd be like
I'd like to know what it'd be like
If I'd turned the corner