Remember something new,
these things tend to break,
a bird that flew,
you're memory seems to leak.

A late night misused moon,
a midnight fading dream.
Someone is howling like a loon,
give me a reason to let you speak.

Concerning some sort of law,
I hunt down my own despair.
When my hands turn to paws,
with these I try to find other affairs.

Finding a chilled way to say,
that things can always change.
Finding that road that gave me away,
a flying bird that gave me your name.

Backyard night time dream,
another alternative for something new.
Just sing a new song to me,
you can be one of the so very few.

Thinking the way I didn't,
a memory stirs inside my head.
Like when I'm set before the kick,
I stand around and take it all instead.