Walk into some weird nostalgia with the familiar glowing trees.
Talks of tattoos and music and faraway countries.
Let's take a walk down memory lane, memories preserved like museums.
The hollow noise of the ground below with a new feeling by my side.
You mentioned a name, reflecting that night. I could have sworn you knew.
Read into the depths of my mind to see what I had seen, feel what I had felt.

I can't help but compare, we don't think the same.
You call my thoughts crazy.
Familiar faces, familiar strangers might give it away.
But how could you know?
How could you possibly guess to see what I had seen, feel what I had felt.

This idea I've been trying to ignore, thoughts that haunts every kiss.
You're not the stars to my moon, the whispering wind.
Just something to remind me, to compare.
How hard I've tried to forget that night only to be thrown back in.
To see what I had seen to feel what I had felt.

Everything stays the same there, every wheel, every tree, every breeze.
But I have changed, or so I tell myself.
I have changed, I feel things now, I'm in my comfort zone.
Until fate brings me back to memory lane.
Forcing me to see what I had seen, feel what I had felt.