Do those cobblestone streets remember my intention?

Would that harbor water remember my reflection?

'Cause I remember the clubs, I remember their white noise

I remember tracin' shapes with some other strange voice

I remember feelin' there was nothin' you, you could do, yeah

I remember thinkin' there was nothin' you, you could do, yeah

Does that full skyline ever question my discretion?

Do those gravel roads remember my impression?

'Cause I remember the space they allowed for our sound

And I remember the way your tires hit that ground

I was foolish, there was nothin' you could do, you could do, yeah

But you were patient, there was nothin'

You could do, you could do, yeah

'Cause I was spinning, swirling, stumbling in those streets

Spinning, swirling, stumbling in those streets

Spinning, swirling, stumbling in those streets

Spinning, swirling, stumbling

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ah

And I remember the bee in the river when you took my head

And pressed it against your open mouth and I was dead

'Cause I know, I know you well another time

Oh, it can be intimidating to see another side, oh

It can be intoxicating to see another side

I was spinning, swirling, stumbling in your streets

Spinning, swirling, stumbling in your streets

Spinning, swirling, stumbling in your streets

Spinning, swirling, stumbling

Whose hands are in my hands?

Whose hands are in my hands?

In this conscious slumber

Conscious slumber