And here’s a question I always seem to ask myself to all the answers all locked up within ourselves.

I’ve seen the moon from afar.
I’ve left the moon for the stars.

Nothing’s wrong, I’m just stumbling down into memory lane.

I’ve wept in silence, engulfed in sound of love and war.
I swim with mannequins to an open temple at your ocean floor.

I’ve seen the moon from afar.
I’ve left the moon for the stars.

Nothing’s wrong, I’m just stumbling down into memory lane.

Nothing’s wrong, I’m just chasing you in my memory lane.