Traces

My mind is going

My mind is gone

Oh how they’d tell you

Oh what I didn’t

Look at you, my friend

What a wonderful time

We had the perfect weeks

And I could see the light

When my body meets the mountain

Would my hair grow all the way down

All the way down to the coastline

To where I was when I was happy

I dream a heartbeat

I dream in wonderful time

Looking for traces

But all I see is the light