And so many things I'd forgotten,

In a world that we shared,

With so many things for the asking.

Never asked for the madness there.

Strange how I find myself

So often on a distant shore.



There's only one thing that's confusing.

Was it you? Was it me?

With so many questions unanswered

Or was that part of your mystery?

Strange how I find myself

So often on a distant shore.



So many things I'd forgotten.



So many things for the asking.



Strange how I find myself

So often on a distant shore.

How I find myself

So often on a distant shore