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