Mid-Air

Excuse me I appear to have misplaced my memory

It got lost in some twisted daydream

I'm only a stranger by my own nature

But you sure think you know me well

Know me well, so well

There must be ways back from here

There must be ways back from here

Forgive me for I do not mean to impose

Though I hope that you've not seen me here before

Now I could adjust to reality in time

But not belong or call it mine

Oh mine

There must be ways back from here

There must be ways back from here

There must be ways back

There must be ways back

There must be ways back

From here