imagining that place, your heart has seen
as if you were there, you know what of it
it will never exist , your memories are fake
delusions alive, conscious' despair
you dream in the day, but bare in the night
you lurk for its kind, resemblence of old
but here is not there, and your heart becomes broke
because it is what you think, that it is-what it is
and it's beyond of thought, that one cannot grasp
but if it worked out, your emotions would calm
i just wanna know, what you're all about
i've never seen the mountains, i've never seen the oceans
the're not special to me, the heart does not concern
and just to me, my love is all i would grasp
because i can't understand, where exactly you stand
the kind of love, for seeking of it
it's not that i care, it's whether it's legit
i feel so lost, without any of it
because i know any amount, while it doesn't exist
like tearing a limb, is kind of the gist
no way to explain, our small matter of gray
we'll never gain, within this plane
