Turn - Asaf Avidan

It’s five in the morning where you are

You’re learning a language, beginning with «far»

I’m glad you’re awake now, and picking your scars

We do it all backwards, wherever we are

Turn.

Turn around.

You’re living on the breadcrumbs of love that you found

We were never ashamed love off the ground

I’m changing my skin now from white into brown

There’s sun in the winter now, things are turning around

Turn.

Turn around.

Turning up, turning in my dream.

I’ve come a long way.

Turning up.

Turn.

Turn it again.