These seemingly distant memories,
Fading as your mind falls slowly…
Deep in the dark, you wish it sounded like a blackened lark,
But it told you something else…
And now you don’t know where you are or what you heard,
And you don’t know what you felt,
And that silly belt you fastened up for a ride.
But it’s no longer fun, you thought you had won last night,
And all you see is white;
Lights bright – hold tight you in for a ride;
Excite, that’s right until it’s not…
And you’re wrong – it’s wrong – Who’s wrong!?!
‘Not me?!’ … ‘mais si,’…
And so what’s it gonna be?