Melting out of my head Your memory It rolls way down Silent sequence surfaces a remedy And it pulls you down And all that was ever said Is stretched in front of me Like a constellation Circling the sky Falling out of my bed A melody Holding hands with you tonight And all that was ever said Is loud and clear to me But it still remains It doesn't change Day away There's a stack of antique photographs Unaware of when you might be coming back To sort it out and help me find The places that we left behind But hey, aren't you looking? For the one that's so familiar? The one thing that keeps you coming back? If it's so, please let me know Because this if and when Just jumped the track