i keep letting go of what i remember
and holding on to these things that i know
but you possess all my strength
yes my breath, my grip, and my soul
this keeps getting better and bigger
the death for the birth of a star
and if i was in a room full of people
i'd just want to know who you are
i'm tossing out numbers and letters
they don't say the same as your eyes
the lights and the darks are forever
it's the greys that tell us our lies
these seconds are fading with pleasure
so pleasure can't know where we are
but if i knew this room full of people
i'd still want to know who you are
i still want to know who you are
