Slow Memories

In the end, we never spoke
Of what went on that day
Still, I believed that every thought
Was squashed between our brains
But thinking back, slow memories
Were not always as they seemed
Was I awake, or occupied?
Lost inside a dream, shut inside
Haul me into the light
Heave me up in a stream
Take me out of the night
Can you tell where we are?
Are we alone? Do eyes watch through the dark?
Silent greys pull limb from limb
I can’t recall any more of what was happening
Too ashamed, or «un-pre-disposed»
'Til it sparks up once again, little spark inside
Pull me into the night
Lift me up over trees
See me float in the sky
Haul me into the light
Beam me up in a stream
Take me out of the night
Pull me into the light
Lift me up over trees
See me up in the sky