Just like the songs in my head,
my mind is always stuck on you.
In the morning's misty dew and the whole starry night through,
just like these songs in my head,
my brain chemicals constantly spark with the memory of you.

Like déjà vu and the dreams I'm yet to have,
a sense of always knowing and the chills that trickle down my spine,
right before my eyes, are the places I find, my mind is always going,
which were once in disguise, these seductive reflections flowing now become aligned.