Sometimes we fight without a cause
a recourse for inverted flaws
and some things we say without a choice
a discourse on retrograde noise
Some lies we have to rehearse
a pleasure to please and to serve
and some fears we face all alone
a product of retrograde home
we're fallin' in retrograde motion
we're stallin' in upward propulsion
we're shootin', we're shootin' our horses
we're fakin', we're fakin' remorses
And someday we'll abandon our fame
left to the heirs of the trade
and when we lose our devotion
we'll wallow in retrograde fortune
we're fallin' in retrograde motion...