I seem to have forgotten the path Blurry thoughts when I lay in my night It happens when I get lost in your past I try so hard to hold on to the light I know well that I should sleep more That this is taking the best of me There’s no need to play an encore We’ve already heard that melody When I follow the dark flower girl Towards the altar of memory We walk on a road made of marble In floating dress and bare feet On a winter morning I was sent a rainbow It was carrying all the world’s beauty Enlightened my face with a souvenir glow Until I understood the true meaning of we