الكلمات الأصلية
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Thoughts are wavering
Out of my mind into the clouds
They float on and move out of sight
The past is calling me
Should I respond or carry on
Contented with what is to come
Shifting memories
They fly away so far into the night
Something in the wind
Makes me wanna know what's calling out my name
Picture-perfect frame
Looks like a photograph, the present still remains
Repeating memories
A lapse in time and we're forgetting what we saved
Thoughts are wavering
Out of my mind into the clouds
They float on and move out of sight
The past is calling me
Should I respond or carry on
Contented with what is to come
