This tide
Has brought a box of many things to me that are not mine
This book
This robe
This frame
Where am I?
Clap my hands to see if it comes back to me
Strike a match to re-surface my memory
The air is thick and speaks to me as I analyze
A room replaced with furniture that is not mine
(we can replace it, if you're scared)
No...
(all you must do is rest your head)
(we can replace it, if you're scared)
No...
(all you must do is rest your head)
Sleep and the heart
Refill my memory give me a start
Show me the land, as I remember it I want a chance