I found a bended gate
In the heart of maidens
I found a place to stay
In the streets for a poor me

I found a door to the free
In the house of the Lord
I found the light of my life
In a dusty motel room

To say or do
During the pale dusky afternoon
I had seen a vision of seas
I was left only with a river of dreams

I saw my memory wane
Like the cold dark moon
It is hard being there for someone
When you are not sure how you feel about them

Memory mixes desire at times
You cannot remember the tune