I don't remember much of anything. Of those years. Kind of strange and kind of sad. Considering all the laughs. and all the tears.. Could it be this quiet cul-de-sac. Or the cynical moon?. Could it be the neighbor's cat watching. Me from the living room?. Either way these days I feel so strange.. I remember you; so strange.. Do you remember me secretly?. So I comb the depths of the ocean floor. Of my memory; grasping onto some. Shell some piece some evidence. Of you and me:. Sunlight streams in morning. Your head in the sheets. Dancing naked in the living room. (I still practice secretly).. I remember you secretly.. Do you remember me secretly?. I remember you secretly.. Do you remember me secretly?. You're a mile away. On your island so close. Doing who knows what. With who-knows-who. Haphazard lovers don't. Seem to drown out your tune. It goes for me anyway. I don't know about you