You make it to every memory buried within me
Thoughts of you are etched on my soul
Like on neon lit marquee
In the moments of idleness
As I gaze at the blue, brushes across a zephyr
Ferrying chunks of you
Transferring me to boundlessness
You make it to every memory buried within me
Thoughts of you are etched on my soul
Like on neon lit marquee
In the moments of idleness
As I gaze at the blue, brushes across a zephyr
Ferrying chunks of you
Transferring me to boundlessness
