500 Light Years Gone
Here it all comes creeping back
Here it all comes seeping back
A flush of memories from a frozen plasma feed
Thaw myself out and mop me up
Check all my signs and prop me up
And just remember who I am through a haze of empty dreams
Here it all comes through the noise
Here it all comes across the void
Five hundred light years gone
And still haunted by the same thoughts
Writer/s: Rob Getzschman
