How can I forget When memories are glue A perfect moment in a late night That still draws me to you
In the background of the mind I see with different eyes Though in the spotlight of thought I remember what underlies
On the surface nothing's real To fool yourself is to be a fool I long for divine truth In a place that can be so cruel
And I'm still taken back The warmth of a soul and cool of a room Pitch black with an empty audience Left with certainty, confusion, and overwhelming gloom