Where the Trees Never Sleep - Daybehavior

I’m passing by a railway station

A woman sleeps, with a mirror in her hand

Far away, a celebration

A map in my hand, was this day ever planned?

What ever happened here last time?

What ever happened with the friend I want to see?

I really miss our conversations

I really miss the life the way it was meant to be

It’s a quiet brittle small town

Where the sun sets low

And the trees never sleep

All the skies we have brought down

Rainbows we chased, all the words we replaced

So many years left unspoken

So many years now I want to revive

Wish to mend things I have broken

Wish my return, will set me alive

Falling through the past

From the first, to the last

Memories in my hand

Pouring down

Like the sand