I'm passing by a railway station
A woman sleeps, with a mirror in her hand
far away, a celebration
A map in my hand, was this day ever planned?
What ever happened here last time?
What ever happened with the friend I want to see?
I really miss our conversations
I really miss the life the way it was meant to be
It's a quiet brittle small town
where the sun sets low,
and the trees never sleep
All the skies we have brought down
Rainbows we chased, all the words we replaced
So many years left unspoken
So many years now I want to revive
Wish to mend things I have broken
wish my return, will set me alive
Falling through the past
from the first, to the last
memories in my hand
like the sand