Talking Backwards

Walk down to the caf Look round Do your maths There's a time for everyone But time is creeping fast Now let me introduce someone you once knew Walk backwards, walk Tell me when you reach home You said you were autistic But you really had a cold Think of your ideals Think really hard And write it down in rhymes As stupid as a land mine Stick with your kind And tell me when you've gone blind Write us another poem A sermon So that we can talk backwards, talk And fetch it from really far You said you were artistic You could read in the dark Think of your ideals Think really hard And write it down in rhymes To make it more believable Stick with your kind Tell me when you've gone blind