Sleeping on the back-seat of your car.
We dream of the inevitable loss
that haunts us.
We cry a little inside
with every kiss we share,
cause we know well
we're getting closer to the last one.

We're not naive;
all things go.
We're condemned to one day meet on a train
and struggle to remember
where have we seen such a beautiful face.
Even this dream won't be here tomorrow.

Pretty soon we'll be
pictures and letters
in a box,
in a closet,
gathering dust.
Ashes of flame.

We wake-up in shock,
we make love quietly
under the spring moon,
and we pretend
we've forgotten about our dream.

Perhaps if we do forget,
it won't come true,
perhaps we can last forever,
perhaps we can,
perhaps we,
perhaps.

It is me!
Don't you remember me?
I remember you,
you wanted to be an astronaut when you grew up,
you really liked chocolate ice cream
and climbing trees.

You once got bitten by a spider and you thought you were gonna become Spiderman!
Is he still your favorite superhero?
Do you still read comics?

You look funny
why did you grow a beard?
what's the suit for?

I remember you were very good at baseball.
Did your dad ever find out it was you who broke his window?
Do you still have your glove?

Do you wanna go out and play?

Oh... You're busy.

The passage of time
makes the picture of the heart clearer.
Whatever was thought as important
becomes but a blur in the background
while half-forgotten things come to the front.

A cigarette shared in the dark,
the curvature of a smile,
the perfume filling the air,
the delicate way in which eyes first crossed sights;
all seemed such random occurrences,
so lacking in memorability,
all seemed like they were gone for good.

But the more time comes between
the many faces of us,
the more those kinds of memories are brought back to mind,
connecting us to who we were.

We keep losing our shadow
and it keeps appearing in the most peculiar places.

I can't help but wonder
where will it appear next?
What will be loved tomorrow
that has been forgotten today?

You are the trees,
You're the sun,
You're the wind that blows the leaves.

You're the memory I've just lost
And found a new.

You're the drop of rain
Hanging from a rose
After a light spring rain.

You're the second gone
And the one to come.

You're this tear
And you're this kiss.

You're the touch of my finger on your skin.
You're the crystal reflection in my eyes.

You're this loneliness
And the grass I lay on
And pass my hands on.

You are all,
All is you.