Because every thought is either a memory or a desire, the world pulls away on both sides
Because every thought is either a pact or a future, the world peals away, my boat sighs.
My total rises tidal-like a temporary cliff
don't fall
Don't fall smell like you remembered it, how you wanted it too
many futures for one ship And so, we have stopped thinking like quit thinking and we like it,
and we forget ahead
