Relay to me this one time
While my sleep is disrupted
Where are these good ol' days
You speak of, incoherent and slurred
Are they here and now or tomorrow
Yesterday, seven or even eleven days ago
How far back till my vision's blurred
To where I only see what matters
You, me, this, everything that I would miss
As fleeting as our reflection in the water
I catch it for a moment as the rock skips
Before long you, me, everything, arrives at the other end, and scatters