Backwards

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