Those places we've been in
Does it still illuminate?
When I watched the world going half
In the somewhat bluish-white of your eyes
And the things we could have had if
It wouldn't get so dark,
Reaching for, not finding anything to hold
It's like getting so lost in that world
And there's no way out of that confusion,
That just keeps hanging me on.
Forcing me to smile,
Bringing the wild side back on
The surface.