From a series of tunes about a time traveler who, as a side effect of time travel, looses some of his memory and must wait for it to return.
lyrics
I don't know who I've left ahead
is someone waiting years from here
for me to reappear in their life
I wonder if things were left unsaid
was I asked to leave for this today
or did I need to runaway from home
I don't remember what it is I've come this far to do alone
I can't recall my yesterdays or the many ways to return
and I can't remember me
My memories are paralyzed
no matter how I try
I'm not able to defy the sands
my sleeplessness is super-sized
and as much as I want to understand
I'm just looking for a slight of hand to get home
I don't remember what it is I've come this far to do alone
I can't recall my yesterdays or the many ways to return
and I can't remember me
Is there a reward for all my effort?
Will I be healed in the places that I hurt?
Will I return home when this is over?
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