Lyrics:
It's been at least another year 
And still I haven't got the chance to say 
Always rolling off the tongue 
Never said but nearly sung about a million ways 
Every photograph and story 
Trickled through the lengthy web of friend 
I overthought but understood 
Distant look but looking good 
And not the other way 
But you fail to remember 
But you fail to remember 
Do I still cross your mind? 
Your face still distorts the time 
Do I still cross your mind? 
Your face still distorts the time 
With heat struck afternoons long through 
Those idle dreams go back to you 
The echo seems so low displaced
Everything that's not your face, I'm drifting off to
(?) of infiltrations
That what was made of constellations that I've saw
Was this only in my head
Just like most things go misread
When overthought