It's been at least another year And still I haven't got the chance to say Always rolling off the tongue Never said but nearly sung about a million ways Every photograph and story Trickled through the lengthy web of friends I overthought but understood Distant looks but looking good And not the other way But you, you, fail to remember But you, you, fail to remember Do I still cross your mind? Your face still distorts the time With heat struck afternoons long through Those idle dreams go back to you The echo seems so low displaced Everything that's not your face, I'm drifting off to Boy of infiltrations That what was made of constellations that I've saw Was this only in my head Just like most things go misread When overthought But you, you, fail to remember But you, you, fail to remember Do I still cross your mind? Your face still distorts the time Do I still cross your mind? Your face still distorts the time Do I still cross your mind? Your face still distorts the time