What if my shadow turned around? And saw reflections of me? Would it want to be myself anymore? What if my heart, it could see? Sometimes life's backwards Sometimes life's backwards If the pictures of me could see who I am The technicolor past set in stone Would it want to join my life again? Or would it rather stay trapped in time alone? Sometimes life's backwards (woah) Sometimes life's backwards Sometimes life's backwards (woah) Sometimes life's backwards Your shadow's not for certain Your picture can always change