I look forward to dreaming,
Escaping from you and what I could be,
Escaping from you and what I could be,
With the night as my compass,
To a land I can not remember.
To a land I can not remember.
It's the fragments of you
That I wish I never knew.
It's the best moments of the past
That burn, burn, burn, and last.
June 2013
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