There's such a great momentum

A cloud that might not reappear

My only fear is that this back and forth will become habitual

I've killed what I can't salvage

The dreams I litter on the streets

I walked out with remembrance

Nostalgia is a midnight beacon

Dichotomy is not the framework of this world

But a movie screen

Try to see that what we are is only conversation

Only conversation

There and here, forth and back

Now and then, I trace the tracks

Idle are my plans

But they absorb and weigh in tons

There and here, forth and back

Now and then, I trace the tracks

Idle are my plans

But they absorb and weigh in tons