I see evil down the road,
in every dreams case,
the chaos they forbode,
a long forgtotten face,

if I remembered how to think about you,
I would do so,
if I could recall those things you do,
I wouldn't feel low,

but the closer we get,
the bigger it becomes,
with every step we forget,
the beet our hearts had drumed,

it continues to escape my grip,
despite how hard I try,
we've let our minds slip,
the scretes of how to fly.