| I touch your silver shirt without you in it. | |
| It looks like you've been hurt. | |
| I'm told to "stay here." police all gather around. | |
| They want to know where I've been... | |
| You could be anywhere. | |
| By design, I forgot you everywhere. | |
| And won't you come back here? You could be anywhere. | |
| I search for months around. | |
| I finally see you dancing off the ground. | |
| I run to meet you. I've been in this room, | |
| locked inside with you. | |
| I try not to do this. | |
| Your hair's so long like it was years ago. | |
| My fingers need it... to touch you like I should have known. | |
| I don't think I should stay here. You must, but I should go. | |
| There's nothing left to do here. I must leave time alone. |