I thought I´ve forgotten all those things
I´ve made and felt so very long ago
It seemed dead but sometimes some drinks
Relive the past and create this undertowWho was this child playing in the streets
Who was this kid unfit to speak
Who was this pupil playing to strange beats
Who this young man trying to reach the peakThe Past AliveA song a word or just an ugly picture
A touch one sight or one single sound
Can make strange things so goddamn familiar
And let me forget the present aroundWho was this child...Burried so deep but still it pulses here
Memory to keep is what makes me feel stirDreamlike then I stare through nothing
Those forgotten feelings living in me