Now, once you smoke
Drift away and disappear into the cold night sky
As I tend, I could see the road intense, only the eyes
And it extends like a lifetime wait
Before your eyes
You never saw on your own
And you take it by a spike
You’re making face in the condensation

I wish that I could save
The memories lost again
Now let me drift away
Don’t say my name
I wish that I can hold you
Closer to the fall
Thought of growing old
Doesn’t feel so cold
I know, of how high, or low
It’s so cold, I know
That our high and how low