As I look back On the past Like a telescope into the night To find old light waning. There's a sunny day In May or June A quaint cafe In the afternoon Please don't forget me With a coffee over ice. The sky's in motion Dead star watching. Where goes the time in between? Is it cut like outtakes from a scene? Is it deep down in my memory? Or does it, burn up like smoke into the air? Should I even care? With incense and yesterday burning Ghostly hands they reach across the great divide A quiet messenger who leaves her silken lines Across your face the thought of me left in your mind. A recollection of a Retrospection. Where goes the time in between? Is it cut like outtakes from a scene? Is it deep down in my memory? Or does it, burn up like smoke into the air? Now is everything. The sky's in motion Dead star watching. Where goes the time in between? Is it cut like outtakes from a scene? Is it deep down in my memory? Or does it, burn up like smoke into the air?