My thoughts Crumpled like the covers of an unmade bed The potential is there but Lost in the present Gone are the words to translate My face, wet but weightless The worry washed out my eyes and Into the night There is a moment where I hold nothing but myself And then a moment more passes and I let her go too Weightless You don't have to understand, understand my way I don't have to understand, understand their way They don't have to understand, understand my way We don't have to understand the same There is a small garden under the table with a soft light And the corners of this room They're filled with drawers of dust-covered memories In your mother's embrace, are you really there? Do you really feel her love? Line gone, stories remain Line gone, stories remain Revision it's lost Your vision it's lost You don't have to understand, understand my way I don't have to understand, understand their way They don't have to understand, understand my way We don't have to understand the same Free Free Free Free