slow would be the tempo of the restless soul he s seen what a listless life can bring wait and then he waits until he s waiting for the latency of everything slow would be the rhythm of the hummingbird the quick speed in the shutter of his eyes on flowers he will pose and he will spread the words on how the world is slowly passing by slow in the tiredness of your control of the moment that is nearly standing still delayed for a minute and not a second more then fades like a forbidden thrill gently behind the beat we shuffle on ancient streets the reverb of time is our vantage point we slept for a million years lived through a million fears we are not nervous we will not ask for more if you can slow up i m gonna slow up too slow like the kissing of a lazy cheek like the limit and the deadline of the rush and words words waiting for you to speak or getting lost in your eternal crush slow would be the tempo of the restless mind he s seen what a listless life can bring wait and then he waits until he s waiting for for the latency of everything  gently behind the beat we shuffle on ancient streets the reverb of time is our vantage point we slept for a million years lived through a million fears we are not nervous we will not ask for more pawns of the troubled times and kings of our petty crimes the minds will function with a small delay see what the past has planned the futures a beggars hand the more we understand the slower our days if you can slow up i m gonna slow up too