1980s
Lying in my bed,
I hear the clock tick and think of you, caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new.
Flashback, warm nights almost left behind,
Suitcase of memories...
Sometimes you picture me,
I'm walking too far ahead,
You're calling to me,
I can't hear what you've said.
Then you say, go slow, I fall behind.
The second hand unwinds.
I hear the clock tick and think of you, caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new.
Flashback, warm nights almost left behind,
Suitcase of memories...
Sometimes you picture me,
I'm walking too far ahead,
You're calling to me,
I can't hear what you've said.
Then you say, go slow, I fall behind.
The second hand unwinds.