Taken from the deep,
from the corners of our hollow memories bringing us to who we are.
Coming endlessly, we are lost in imagery.
You're teaching us to see all the places left behind.
We're taking our time with this while you're calling to sort out our weaknesses.
We're putting our lives in this, falling over ourselves till it all makes sense.
Can you see our thoughts?
Do you turn your head again?
We're so alone and lost, reaching for our innocence.
Have we always been going out or coming in?
Will we see this end?
Will you remember everyone?
We were so far gone from the place where we belong,
but now we're going strong.
Don't you know we've had this all along?
