I see evil down the road,
in every dreams case,
the chaos they forebode,
a long forgotten 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 will become,
with every step we forget,
the beat our hearts had drummed,

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