You said you're tired of counting lies on someone else's hands
You said you're sick of tracing routes on someone else's steps
But memories are facts, as well as you could say
And in my memories you're a brighter fire
You said there's more to a demise than to a simple fall
And dreams, they can be sneaky, and they are, after all
But memories are facts, as well as you could say
And in my memories you're a knight in disguise
You're standing tall
Thinking you're not tall enough
To dream yourself alive
I plunged into my pockets
I was looking for an answer
But then I realized
I left it in the back of your car
You said life can put you down or face against the wall
And dreams should make you breathe, but they do not at all
Still, memories are facts, as well as you could say
And in my memories you're a golden shard
You're standing tall
Thinking you're not tall enough
To dream yourself alive
I plunged into my pockets
I was looking for an answer
But then I realized
I left it in the back of your car
And it screams
And it sears
And it spins round and round again
Is it right
Is it true
Is it something, after all