Do you remember, everything that you could have seen? I bet you haven't At least that's what you told me, about the pictures in your head. The projector is dead Time to replace the reel, find a new spoke on the wheel. Keep it turning The film it came unwound, venture to new worlds new sounds And I don't want to talk about it When you won't hear me a bit Maybe I'm not your dearest Wait until you hear from spirits This existential dread, the words I might have said, made their way in the red I can't see too far, I still know who you are. Looking sideways Ten years ago it passed and possibility lasts. Can it be true? What do I owe to this? Ignorance is bliss. What story does this fit?