That year It wasn't me who wanted I was just a happening Uncurling in your garden Search for a nightcap The world looks so funny to me Maps misguided The patterns are empty Feels near That time I begged your pardon Goodbye to righteous No need to alarm them Opposite middle Twisting tales beneath me Bend beyond The light is feeling Once fear Now the meek can will me I was just shaking The others saw through me Untapped minding The past is still thinking Maps misguided The patterns are empty Finding hours They can heal me Clear reflections They believe Sweet daylight I can see through Strange hour Curls in you