Whatever we find is crystal in hindsight lines
We hold to the last, memories past bombast

Together we dream because all dreamers are free
And when we're apart i don't know where to start

No more stuttering
With senses wrapped in tin
One day by the sea
Where there's no memory
I will speak the truth
I will see it through
As our bodies blend
As the sea and sand.

Whatever we find is twisted in hindsight lines
And what we forget digs us deep in debt.