If a memory is a memory then why can’t I breathe
Can you carry on without your dreams
Will you feel what you felt when you fell
Or fall even further into the profound

And if the oceans divided for you to reveal
Would you be the one that hides,
Or merely the one that leaves the film

Some people always seam to think they know
Sometimes the best is the worst to know
Senseless vibes,criminal crimes
The water flows as good intentions cry

Is it all coming back to you now?
We were given the days to understand
But we were too distracted by the prophets hands
Now we cant seam to find our legs
Or figure out were we stand

And as the director yells for final cut
We bleed deeply onto the set

And before we know we’ve been replaced
We find our memories erased

And before we think about the ocean
We remember the things we left behind
As the theatre raises the curtain
We soon forget our rehearsed lines.